This is not a random repost, friends -- these are my roommates. Please help them out. This is a really awful thing to wake up to.
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Hello All.
This morning I woke up to find that I had been robbed. My car, my scooter, and my girlfriends scooter were all stolen some time late last night ( Read more... )

Guilt What is yours? Explain yourself Culinary: late-night fast food
After trying to eat sanely and responsibly all day, I stay out late and end up eating Krystals, Waffle House, Whattaburger.
Literary: Nerdy fantasy novels I don't have one! I'm sorry!Audiovisual: Law and Order reruns Sometimes it's slow at work, we have satellite TV, and if you ( Read more... )

My eyes look like bright red marbles. Ryan told me they looked "kind of mushy" as well... then he let me go home a little early, for which I am infinitely grateful.

Are contact lenses flammable? If they are, I want to set mine ablaze after I pick up my new glasses tomorrow.

Lately I've been fascinated by how much of the city I live in is completely unfamiliar to me ( Read more... )

I never thought I was particularly vain until I was beaten by the ugly stick ( Read more... )

So I tripped, and the stairs moved faster than my hands did to break my fall. The point of impact was just above my left eyebrow -- there's a Quasimodo-like knot to mark it ( Read more... )

"Laugh like it's not sad," he said between gouts of laugher.

Oh, brother, I'm laughing at everything.

I just typed up a monologue about my inability to seperate memory from dream. Then I erased it all 'cause all it means is I drink more than I should, and we all know that.

I am fiercely craving some La Nopalera.

Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names ( Read more... )

I'm sad.

Tomorrow night I want to go out,
I want to dance more than drink,
and I don't want to talk about anything.

Unless you are a cute, intelligent, vaguely emotionally stable guy* who's not leaving town permanently next week, and you want to buy me a drink.
Then we can talk.

*EDIT -- ok, it would be cool if you were straight, too.