Damn man...
My userinfo is now filled with sexy pictures and retarded things. Um, yay?!
So look at it. And if you don't like it, it's only cos you didn't eat your spinach when you were little.
I pretty much bagged a work-study. AKA campus job. I've been sitting here for hours talking to Auntie OJ and random peoples. When I roll my neck my jaw pops. VERY LOUDLY.
Anyway... I really should get off and work on these forms but I'm having so much fun talking. Damn you AIM, DAMN YOU! I'm trying to work on them simultaneously. The lady kept telling me to take my time tho... guess I'm alright. I got a free razor at the bookstore. They're really nice razors too... sorry, that was very off-topic...
Yeah, so... I was gonna say, the dept I work for (when I get the job...) has a pet tarantula! AWESOME! I was so excited. I think tarantula's are rad. I'm only scared of crickets. But the spidey eats these something Hissing Cockroaches. Innnnteresting. Those fuckers are HUGE!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW.. I wanna rip out my spinal cord. These chairs are the worst. They provide little to no comfort whatsoever. Le sigh...
Mmm, frock coat.
Yeahhh, sorry. Anyway... I was gonna rant about how alienesque my body feels but...
Where the hell is everyone lately? I'm not being ignored but I feel...
needy.
Ewww, what a gross hateful thing to feel.
Well, screw this. I'm talking philosophical with Auntie, slashy with Kelly, and erotic vampire stuff with ...Katie?
I think that's her name.
This is some good stuff. I'm not posting it for you to read tho. Hah...
ehhhhh..
KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*falls over and dies*
*comes to and thinks...*
"Don't try to fix me I'm not broken..."
-Evanescence, that line always makes me cry. I'm having fun with the AIM and all... and possibility of a job... but other than that... I feel like giving in to a certain... habit. I've been here for more than five hours. I'm pathetic.
I could write about how much I hate myself but I'll just get off...
So look at it. And if you don't like it, it's only cos you didn't eat your spinach when you were little.
I pretty much bagged a work-study. AKA campus job. I've been sitting here for hours talking to Auntie OJ and random peoples. When I roll my neck my jaw pops. VERY LOUDLY.
Anyway... I really should get off and work on these forms but I'm having so much fun talking. Damn you AIM, DAMN YOU! I'm trying to work on them simultaneously. The lady kept telling me to take my time tho... guess I'm alright. I got a free razor at the bookstore. They're really nice razors too... sorry, that was very off-topic...
Yeah, so... I was gonna say, the dept I work for (when I get the job...) has a pet tarantula! AWESOME! I was so excited. I think tarantula's are rad. I'm only scared of crickets. But the spidey eats these something Hissing Cockroaches. Innnnteresting. Those fuckers are HUGE!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW.. I wanna rip out my spinal cord. These chairs are the worst. They provide little to no comfort whatsoever. Le sigh...
Mmm, frock coat.
Yeahhh, sorry. Anyway... I was gonna rant about how alienesque my body feels but...
Where the hell is everyone lately? I'm not being ignored but I feel...
needy.
Ewww, what a gross hateful thing to feel.
Well, screw this. I'm talking philosophical with Auntie, slashy with Kelly, and erotic vampire stuff with ...Katie?
I think that's her name.
This is some good stuff. I'm not posting it for you to read tho. Hah...
ehhhhh..
KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*falls over and dies*
*comes to and thinks...*
"Don't try to fix me I'm not broken..."
-Evanescence, that line always makes me cry. I'm having fun with the AIM and all... and possibility of a job... but other than that... I feel like giving in to a certain... habit. I've been here for more than five hours. I'm pathetic.
I could write about how much I hate myself but I'll just get off...