Damn, I cannot get myself out of this funk.
It's not like I walk around utterly depressed and mopey all the time, I swear it. But I'm just ... flat. Everything feels flat lately.
No idea why. Weirdness.
I have to close tonight. But it's okay, cause it's closing with Logan and that's always good times.
My spiffy new cell phone is ... well, rather spiffy. I'm enjoying text messaging my geeky friends and getting the random voicemails. And my ringtone is pink panther. SQUEE.
When I die, I want to come back as the pink panther. Pink and extremely concise and super cool. Every thing I aspire to be. ^_^
(608)658-3080 if you would ever like to give me a ring.
*twirls around*
I am now at my limit of 50 LJ icons. Should I just off myself in utter happiness now?
I just happened upon a
short story I have never read by Chuck Palahniuk. It's called Guts. I'm gonna read it now.
He also has a new book called Haunted coming out soon. The anticipation makes me shiver.
But a warning if you read up: he has absolutely no filter. And loves teh sex. *raspberry*
Lullaby is my personal favorite.
And I'm counting 1
counting 2
counting 3 ...