Oct 23, 2003 00:42
If I weren't being hand-delivered bagels with jelly and juice by an equally as weary Douglas Id be in a much much worse mood. Although among the most disloyal, being a livejournal user myself must make it quite clear that I am certainly a serious communication-addict making it even harder to deal with the fact that my homephone has now officially been shut off...but what else is there to do when yr folks left you a super secret surprise four hundred something dollar phone bill and electric bills out the wazoo!?
I got a new job, that's good...and I'm hoping that the silly contentment of having to go out and buy business casual slacks and a few nice blouses (as see-thru as I can manage) will hold me over a while from feeling totally dissed by the mother-board.
An extreme amount of we youngins fave perscription (Ben, you know that one..)helped keep me cool thru the speech (chomsky, duh!) but it also helped get us thru the entire gainsville beer-sweat and satan night without a gawddamned wink of sleep. I think I coma-ed from about nine to eleven but for someone who quotes Morrissey on her profile you must know Im used to ALOT of sleep. So now, Im a bit pooped. but I'll go into caplock for this very worthy invite which i very much encourage you (if yr totally sure i like you) to attend:
***HALLOWEINER ROAST***
OCTOBER 31, 2003
THE PEEPEE PALACE
NINE PM TIL Y'ALL GET LAME
(please cum in a costume)
for more info e-mail me at soupofthenight@yahoo.com