So my parents pulled me outside about ....two hours ago to look at my car, because apparently there's stuff wrong with it that looks suspicious. The molding on the driver's side, according to them, looks like it's been ripped off and put back on (even though it's been like that for as long as I can remember), there's a huge dent in the hood (thanks ( Read more... )

So I got off my lazy ass and got the camera one-hour-developed in an effort to get out of the house and away from Mommy Dearest's unending scrutiny, even though I'm the one with the good grades and I'm the one that managed to keep her job for longer than a day and had a decent reason for leaving ( Read more... )

Okay, so tomorrow I'm giving a ride to Ashley, Michelle, Rachel, and potentially Ruth, Emily, and Ashlee home. That's....six people in my car. How the hell is that gonna work ( Read more... )

Okay. I'm over it. the Moulin Rouge soundtrack has convinced me that love lifts us up where we belong tralalala...

I hate you all. You made me sad.

And I still haven't quit.

You know you're getting cynical when you can't even get into watching Romeo and Juliet because you keep thinking "this is such bullshit, guys are completely incapable of feeling that way, or anything close to it."

How sad.

Go into your LJ's archives.
Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
Post the text of the sentence in your lj along with these instructions.

"And yet, these dumbasses feel the need to stretch themselves across Highway 62 holding up "Abortion is Murder" signs."

Hey, I remember that.

Alright. I called, but the bosses were all in a meeting. But it's all good because I'm almost positive I'll get off for two reasons ( Read more... )

( It's a monster! )

I'm in the exact same mood I was in yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.

I've been in the same mood for like...a week. I have my reasons.