Metamorphosed into stone.
Man, the radio is a wasteland these days. For some reason, I can only get the River in here, and they for serious play the same five songs a billion times an hour. I want to throw a brick at Kelly Clarkson’s head. And I keep forgetting to get my CDs out of the house and bring them here. All I have right now is Clutch, and it’s good, but not all day.
Me and Jessie are having a girl’s day this weekend, and that’s cool. ‘Cause movies and the mall and ice cream kick ass. We don’t get to hang out enough. Me and Robert are gonna join the gym at the town center soonish, because I need it. He says he does too, but he lies. Crazy bastard thinks he’s getting chubby. Heh heh. Anyway, though, it’ll be beneficial. I don’t feel too healthy anymore, I think my back’s starting to fuck up. That along with me needing a dentist and an eye doctor at the same time. I’m just fallin’ apart, I guess.
But yay for an early payday!
I’m writing this at work, because I’m terribly bored. We get a long weekend, and I’m all caught up as much as I can be. One whole more hour. I might write some, just to do it.
I’m also thinking about getting a perm. Like a loose one. Jessica called it something, but I forgot what. I think it might look good. Since Robert’ll cry like a little girl if I cut it again.
Stuff has been good, I suppose. We now have a couch that took two Jasons and a Wookie to haul upstairs. But it’s somewhere to nap and drape throw blankets on and stuff. Speaking of nap, ugh, I’m sleepy. This crazy weather’s all fucking me up. Ha ha, my spell check recognizes “fuck” as a real word. That amuses me. Even though it is.
Okay, I’m done.
Me and Jessie are having a girl’s day this weekend, and that’s cool. ‘Cause movies and the mall and ice cream kick ass. We don’t get to hang out enough. Me and Robert are gonna join the gym at the town center soonish, because I need it. He says he does too, but he lies. Crazy bastard thinks he’s getting chubby. Heh heh. Anyway, though, it’ll be beneficial. I don’t feel too healthy anymore, I think my back’s starting to fuck up. That along with me needing a dentist and an eye doctor at the same time. I’m just fallin’ apart, I guess.
But yay for an early payday!
I’m writing this at work, because I’m terribly bored. We get a long weekend, and I’m all caught up as much as I can be. One whole more hour. I might write some, just to do it.
I’m also thinking about getting a perm. Like a loose one. Jessica called it something, but I forgot what. I think it might look good. Since Robert’ll cry like a little girl if I cut it again.
Stuff has been good, I suppose. We now have a couch that took two Jasons and a Wookie to haul upstairs. But it’s somewhere to nap and drape throw blankets on and stuff. Speaking of nap, ugh, I’m sleepy. This crazy weather’s all fucking me up. Ha ha, my spell check recognizes “fuck” as a real word. That amuses me. Even though it is.
Okay, I’m done.