...because it seems to know me very well. if it weren't for the auto-post subject on that last entry, i'd look back on it in a month and swear that i wrote it. although i suppose at some point i'd have to post something original so the auto-post thing has fresh material to screw around with.

but i'm out of bread. i ate absolutely nothing but junk food yesterday, which pissed my stomach off, and now it's raining, and it's perfect weather, and that makes me happy. as do run-on sentences.

guy at the bus stop:
"I love Jesus. Jesus is my friend. But he's gonna bust my ass if I keep sinning. I don't like sinning, but the Devil, he's a tricky bastard. I don't like the Devil. Fucking Devil."

i hate it when i'm writing an essay and arguing a point and then all of a sudden i realize whatever argument i'm currently making goes directly against my original point. damn it.

how sad is it that i'm basing what i'm eating for dinner on what requires that the fewest dishes be washed? that's pretty sad, isn't it...my excuse is that i had planned for today to be my cleaning-and-getting-things-done day, and then i got called in to work. so yeah, if it hadn't been for that, my apartment and all my dishes would be clean.

hmm. so, it's probably not such a good thing that, when the fire alarm in my building went off last night, i didn't leave my apartment because i wasn't dressed or showered for the day and hadn't brushed my hair. despite the fact that at least three or four fire trucks showed up with sirens on and everything. the alarm stopped pretty quickly, and ( Read more... )

i was taking an online test, and because we don't have wireless internet i had to take it sitting on the couch. of course, when i wasn't even halfway through, my parents came home from work and made all kinds of noise and even attempted to start a conversation with me, all after i had told them that i was in the middle of taking a test (a test for ( Read more... )

i'm going to be spending my friday night at home having my father teach me about student loans and credit cards. god. i am in desperate need of a social life. this is so very sad.

i need to start bringing a change of clothes to work so that the next time i desperately need caffeine and go into starbucks where a ridiculously cute boy is working i can do so without baby vomit on my shirt. yes. that would be good.

i need to stop watching tv with my parents. i swear this is, like, the fifth time this summer that what we're watching has had dominatrices on it. not to mention the trauma of explaining furries to my mother. hm. there was an ad for milkshakes on tv, and now i really want one. or salt and vinegar chips. or possibly a doughnut. i suppose it's ( Read more... )