So I forced Eric to celebrate some sort of anniversary to humor me that he cares. You'd think with years under the belt he might've felt something. Oh well. It's next month. We'll probably spend a couple of hours alone together and then he'll be like "let's see what everyone else is doing" and cut our "date" short.
I'm fucking hungry and I can't go into the kitchen because they're doing something with the floor. I haven't eaten all day. It's 6 o'clock in the afternoon! Oh wait, no. I had 1 1/2 breadsticks earlier. I have no money or car to go anywhere to eat.
I'm so annoyed and irritated right now. My record player is broken so that's a no-go. I don't want to stare at the TV for hours but that looks like my only option right now. I got nothing left to do here on the computer. I can't figure out why the speakers aren't working and that's driving me fucking insane. I don't have a website anymore so I can't work on that. Would I even want to without any music? Probably not.
I wanted to fuck around on the bass earlier but both my brother and Eric have fucked me out a strap. And for some reason that really pissed me off and I stormed out of the basement to chop my hair up, just to do it because I have control over that.
Fuck this shit. I don't care if you read it or not. You probably won't.