It was one of those really really unhappy dreams where you keep wanting to wake yourself up but can't. How very strange ( Read more... )

I have no idea why I am so all about the journal today. I was working on a playlist for a little shindig that is in the works, so I thought to kind of go through and pick out 30 songs that framed the last year.
( ahh, nostalgia, you're my little buddy today )

Strange things been happenin' lately. I suppose I am just waiting for the sky to fall or Nathans to stop making hot dogs or something equally unsettling. The part that is really rotten is the fact that I am sick and my head is clogged as is, so pushing any new information in it... it goes through unhappy fits that make me really tired. My voice ( Read more... )

Since it seems that most everyone else is doing it, I shall jumpy on the retrospect train ( Read more... )

I sat down last night and made this semi-beastly list of things that I need to take care of today, seeing that yesterday was spent taking down Christmas decorations and filling in at work for someone. I just really don't feel like getting the stuff done, you know? Oil change, Walmart for necessary househould items, Bright House, post office, work. ( Read more... )

Home. What a place, eh? The horrible thing about coming home, aside from the boredom, is the thought that comes with everything. And I mean everything. My mind never stops working here. It's funny, because I live and school in Florida, where most people go to die, right? Everyone retires there and althought it is a morbid thought, that's the truth ( Read more... )

'Hey, at least no one died while Clinton lied.'

I would like to meet the person that came up with this phrase. I was stuck behind an asshole with that gem of a bumper sticker on their car, and it seriously made me cringe a little. One shithead's actions is not made in light by comparing him to another shithead. Arr. Me hates me some propaganda.

I have had one of the most bizarre phone conversations today ( Read more... )

Someone stop me, I have a problem. I can't stop listening to Janet Jackson. It's my pleasure principle.

Nothing else is worth talking about right now because everyone is going through the same old story.

'Cept for the party here on Saturday. Ask me for details if you are interested in coming.

Alas! The bandwagon awaits!

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