i still have this thing?

i have been out of the loop forever. the funny thing is, i don't miss it. i haven't spent any measurable time on my computer for, well, a couple months now, and that's okay.
one big reason is that i spend so much time at work in front of the computer. at work! i got a job at--ta-da!--american express about a month ago. it fucking rocks. i get paid ( Read more... )

my baby, he's so enterprising. i leave my computer here for three days and he manages to unearth my extinct website (i'm sure i'm gonna hear about the generic naked guy pics), my lj, and even the depression chat boards i go to once in a blue moon. so i guess i should be pissed or something, but in lieu of having something to hide or be ashamed of, ( Read more... )

why does it smell like pine in here?
i let my boyfriend borrow my car, and the next day i found that someone left a chicken bone in it. apparently it was his drunk friend who sneaked aboard a contraband chicken wing. still, i really think it should go without saying that my car should be chicken free! this is worse than the time he let everyone ( Read more... )

i went the entire day with my shirt inside out and no one told me, so if you saw me today, i just want you to know that you're a bastard and i hate you.
in other news, i've been eating for three hours straight and i'm quite pleased with myself. also, i'm super pissed that i don't get cinemax because kung pow is on and i love that movie.

today my hormones did something weird and NOW I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING. i also have a whopping $85 to my name (beat that!) so a trip to the grocery store is in order, to buy hot pockets and cereal and dr. pepper. i need to gain weight. jesus, i'm turning into karen carpenter over here ( Read more... )

1. the herbal essences commercials, the oh(!) oxygen network commercials, and any other commercial where women fake orgasms, and badly at that ( Read more... )

stupid snow; i have been sitting on my ass all day and all i want is fast food. i want SATURATED FUCKING FAT! i want a big fucking bacon triple cheeseburger and onion rings all smothered in ketchup and bbq and buffalo sauces. i want a salad, but it better have some croutons and bacon bits and extra-fatty ranch fucking dressing. and a big fat ( Read more... )

me: i hate wallowing.
xxxx: well then, everytime your mind says "I make bad decision" counter it with "so fucking what?" and "I have in the past but every minute I can be reborn by my own Will."

lindsay depressed? nah. check this mad shit out: i will never get tired of it.