Wow, look at the layer of dust on this thing. I have such a shitty attention span, really, I do. I lose interest in things so quickly that has to deal with expressing myself or talking about myself. I just can't be bothered or I don't want to be bothered with it. No! Can't talk about self! Might actually dig something meaningful up! Which is true. ( Read more... )

Sorry, randomly thinking that while strolling through my LJ. It used to be painfully small, and now it's just big. It might have something to do with the fact that I was LJ hopin'. Oh well... maybe it will fix its self ( Read more... )

Well, just like the subjects said, I had a rather eventful day. First off, I got to get off early today from work cause there was three of us closing and that is just stupid since it is the start of St. Pat's two week drinkathan here in Chicago. Crickets would have made the store busy. Anyway, since I didn't have to close, I made the jaunt to the ( Read more... )

Shut up Rachel... Fine, you get two snarky things to say. Only two. *mutters ( Read more... )

Why do I wait until the last minute to do my laundry? Why am I a lazy fuckwad? And now I'm waiting on my clothes to dry when all I want to do is go to bed. Honestly, how can anyone stand me. I hate me. Me and my procrastinating, overly bubbly, obnoxiously cute loud self. I think I would stab myself in the eye if I ever met me. Stupid me ( Read more... )

The lack of communication is astounding. I'm not one to bitch, and I'm not one to talk ill, even in a form and medium that is made for such things, but the things I once found endearing and or positive-provoking are quickly spiraling down to one conclusion. Childishness. Perhaps not childishness, but something akin to it with held breath and ( Read more... )

Like what the fuck, Andrea is posting on her LJ. Quick! Everyone, race to your pristine, retro, circa 1950s bomb shelter! The world is ending! Mmhmmm... Yeah, I think that's all I have to say.

PS- Got Health Insurance! Woot. Now I just need to be able to afford to go to the doctor... meeehhh...

I've known about this guy for a week or so now. Thought I wrapped my peebrain around it, but... wow. Just wow. He's good. Really good... and a Hasidic Jew! Hasidic Jew! Little curly sideburns... Yeah, he's got that. Beard, oh you bet. Dress code? Got that down packed. He crowd srufs! *flails* Give the man some sweet, sweet loven and look at his ( Read more... )

So... yeah. What is there about me that has old men hot and bothered? If they are hot and bothered... okay, a bit EW, but okay. Just wish they would keep it to themselves instead of hitting on me and asking me out. I'm not talking about early thirties or middle thirties, which I don't think is old; though, it does make me a little uncomfortable. ( Read more... )

Dude, I so hate/ love you Mel. These stupid tests are so addactive...


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