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something keeps popping up telling me that kazaa is trying to access the internet.
I know that. it's supposed to be accessing the internet for to find me wonderful music to dance around the empty apartment to.
part of me insists that I should change that sentence so that "to" doesn't come at the end, but....eh.
I need to buy people christmas presents, but I have almost no money. I am thinking that a trip to the dollar store would be good, and then I can snazzy things up with my wildly creative side.
(note : I really wish I had a wildly creative side.)
I actually think Jenni and Sarah are the only ones I really need to buy presents, and I have a distinct feeling that if I spruce up some really random dollar store things and provide lots of yummy baked goods, they will be satisfied.
because, seriously, who doesn't like lots of yummy baked goods? nazis? I bet even hitler would have enjoyed some nice lemon madelines, especially if they happened to be dipped in chocolate and garnished with candied lemon slices.
(note : they are extremely delicious that way, even if they are somewhat dry.)
I wish bakers had more jargon. that would make me happy.
you know, considering the fact that last night was probably the first time all week that I got more than four hours of sleep, I could go on and on about absolutely nothing, probably for an obscene amount of time. perhaps I should lj-cut it and warn people that this entry might cause birth defects and terminal cancer. it probably could, if it tried.
my roommate just mentioned subway to someone on her phone, and now I really want me some subway. damn it.
I actually am hungry. but I have something like no food in the apartment. well, I have food, I'm just too lazy to prepare it.
you know you're lazy when sticking ramen in the microwave seems like a chore, but driving five miles to the nearest subway seems like a damned good idea.
I need more songs to download. tell me the names of good bands and / or songs and I will download them and love you forever.
PS-Your 2005 Song Is
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
"It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"
Let's just say you're happy to be done with 2005!
that is....eerily accurate.
I know that. it's supposed to be accessing the internet for to find me wonderful music to dance around the empty apartment to.
part of me insists that I should change that sentence so that "to" doesn't come at the end, but....eh.
I need to buy people christmas presents, but I have almost no money. I am thinking that a trip to the dollar store would be good, and then I can snazzy things up with my wildly creative side.
(note : I really wish I had a wildly creative side.)
I actually think Jenni and Sarah are the only ones I really need to buy presents, and I have a distinct feeling that if I spruce up some really random dollar store things and provide lots of yummy baked goods, they will be satisfied.
because, seriously, who doesn't like lots of yummy baked goods? nazis? I bet even hitler would have enjoyed some nice lemon madelines, especially if they happened to be dipped in chocolate and garnished with candied lemon slices.
(note : they are extremely delicious that way, even if they are somewhat dry.)
I wish bakers had more jargon. that would make me happy.
you know, considering the fact that last night was probably the first time all week that I got more than four hours of sleep, I could go on and on about absolutely nothing, probably for an obscene amount of time. perhaps I should lj-cut it and warn people that this entry might cause birth defects and terminal cancer. it probably could, if it tried.
my roommate just mentioned subway to someone on her phone, and now I really want me some subway. damn it.
I actually am hungry. but I have something like no food in the apartment. well, I have food, I'm just too lazy to prepare it.
you know you're lazy when sticking ramen in the microwave seems like a chore, but driving five miles to the nearest subway seems like a damned good idea.
I need more songs to download. tell me the names of good bands and / or songs and I will download them and love you forever.
PS-Your 2005 Song Is
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
"It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"
Let's just say you're happy to be done with 2005!
that is....eerily accurate.