THE END IS EXTREMEMLY FUCKING NIGH.

Ask me a question.

Work called me in today. I had until Thursday to be lazy, but now I have to go in. I wouldn't mind it so much if I could actually enjoy my job. But retail sucks.
What, to quote what's-his-face in Say Anything: "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy ( Read more... )

You know you're stupid when you're looking at a Tropicana Pure Premium Original No Pulp orange juice carton and thinking, "Where are the fucking ingredients on this thing?"

That is all.

People surprise you. You think you have them figured out in your head, but then... You find out something; they have a talent you didn't know of or they're different than you thought ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here tired, but I refuse to go to bed.

I got a speeding ticket. Michael was driving his CRX in front of me and got one too.

Poor Michael. I'm really going to miss him. A lot. I hope he enjoys Pennyslvania. Who am I going to call "stupid" anymore?

My sweetie spoils me oh-so-much.

I think I'm going to go call Michael now.

It's really hott in herre. Maybe I should turn the heater off ( Read more... )

Ren and Stimpy is on. I love this show. Happy happy joy joy.

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Recommend songs for me. Now.