so....

[clutteredmoment]

Last night was a strange night. I hung out with Dave, you know, that guy that sucks. We went to a frat party, of all places to go, and I socialized with some idiots, some sluts, and some halfway decent people. The free hunch punch was tasty. Appearantly I am missed, or shall I say supposedly I am missed, however, Dave still has to deal with his mentally askew ex girlfriend who likes to shatter things that he bought from Europe. Sure, I am not exactly the picture of mental stability either, but I've never fucked up my boyfriends' or exboyfriends' stuff. (Although the one time I really really had my heart-breaking-soul-shattering experience, I did plot to stash the remains of a dead fetal pig in Jeremy Whaley's car. Come on though, that was excruciating pain for months...he really did deserve it, and I actually never pulled it off so....) Dave is probably reading this, but I think most people that would be reading this would know full and well that I don't often censor myself. Fuck shame, right Dave? So I pretty much still don't know what the hell is going on, except that we might be able to hang out if I can get over being pissed off and hurt. Hm. Can I? Guess we'll find out.

We have no food in the house right now. Unless I want popcorn, or ramen, or ketchup. I am going to bust my ass at Waffle House tonight and hopefully make a shit load of good tips. Dave said he'd come and tip me well, but we shall see about all that. If I do make some good money, I'm going to wal-mart as soon as the shift ends to get some groceries. I want a bagel with cream cheese so bad right now. I just spend the last of my change on some gatorade this morning... when I woke up I was dying of thirst. Thanks, Hunch Punch!

I am watching a dancing toaster on t.v. What the fuck.

I need to get envelopes. I need to get a couch. I need to get some fucking pants that fit my fat ass.

damnit.