growing up?
dude.
i now have a livejournal, myspace, AND (horror of all horrors) a facebook account. on top of that, i've developed a shameful obsession with dawson's creek.
working as a temp, i've settled for menial, mundane, and irritatingly boring jobs. the only exercise my little brain has gotten lately is the couple hours i've spent studying for the GRE (that's total hours mind you).
on top of all of that, im pretty sure my metabolism is coming to a screeching halt, and all my muscle is turning into blubber as we speak. and, i am actually consuming some no-name energy drink that a bike messenger gave me this morning.
speaking of messengers, they are probably the highlight of my chicago experience. all day long the come bring me packages (huuge packages), and some of them hit on me(and give me engergy drinks - probably with roofies in them), and some of them are just plain rude, and some of them are funny old men who make really corny jokes. like this really cute man yesterday came and said "do you know the speed limit for sex?" and i, bracing myself for the horribleness, replied, "no, what?" and he says "68, because at 69, you have to turn around!" the worst part was that, as he was leaving to get on the elevator, i heard him start to tell another woman the same joke. haha. funny old messenger man.
well that's that i guess. i think this energy drink is really working some
magic.
p.s. happy beanday
i now have a livejournal, myspace, AND (horror of all horrors) a facebook account. on top of that, i've developed a shameful obsession with dawson's creek.
working as a temp, i've settled for menial, mundane, and irritatingly boring jobs. the only exercise my little brain has gotten lately is the couple hours i've spent studying for the GRE (that's total hours mind you).
on top of all of that, im pretty sure my metabolism is coming to a screeching halt, and all my muscle is turning into blubber as we speak. and, i am actually consuming some no-name energy drink that a bike messenger gave me this morning.
speaking of messengers, they are probably the highlight of my chicago experience. all day long the come bring me packages (huuge packages), and some of them hit on me(and give me engergy drinks - probably with roofies in them), and some of them are just plain rude, and some of them are funny old men who make really corny jokes. like this really cute man yesterday came and said "do you know the speed limit for sex?" and i, bracing myself for the horribleness, replied, "no, what?" and he says "68, because at 69, you have to turn around!" the worst part was that, as he was leaving to get on the elevator, i heard him start to tell another woman the same joke. haha. funny old messenger man.
well that's that i guess. i think this energy drink is really working some
magic.
p.s. happy beanday