Man, I need to learn to cook. But I've got to feel like cooking dinner too. Sometimes I'm just so tired that the thought of making something to eat makes me more tired ( Read more... )

I love days off.
I love driving to Seattle for car parts.
I now have a love for wrecking yards. There are interesting stories in those cars.
I love flashing my Costco card to get into that wonderful store just to use the restroom.
I love going to Queen Anne hill to find what those lights up on the top are. They're apartments.I love the sandwiches ( Read more... )

I ♥ mangos.
I ♥ cutting myself while trying to prepare a mango to eat.

I am indeed retarded. :)

It's 10. Mike and I will leave for Seattle as soon as he gets here. But because I have this problem where I need coffee - GOOD coffee - I'm hoping we can swing by my work so I can get a drink and possibly some breakfast ( Read more... )

After Matt's and my lease is up, we're moving... or I'm moving. I've had too many sleepless nights (I think the count is up to 4 nights in 2 months of living here - yeah I know that's pretty good, but I would like to sleep better than this). My alarm was set for 6 this morning because I have to work at 7 (Monica doesn't care too much if I'm a ( Read more... )

I feel so retarded.

I'm pissed. That's all there is to it. I'm pissed ( Read more... )

Dear friends ( Read more... )

Why can't everybody just fucking be honest with each other?