Aug 16, 2006 23:07
I'm sick of this car. It's not mine. I shouldn't worry about the tickets or what happens to it. I shouldn't be hearing all of this crap about it.
I need to fill out loan paperwork. I can never get out of work early enough to. Which is funny since there is such a lack of things to do.
I love rockin out to gym class heroes with Marc.
At work I watched a man run up the street backwards, then sideways, then he lunged. It was the funniest thing I have seen in a while.