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So I've been neglecting my trusty livejournal for that whore Myspace. I feel really guilty, and I apologize. While LJ just beckons me to vent my rage (or ennui, lately) in a textual fashion, Myspace just screams OH MY GOD ADD SOME FRIENDS YOU FUCKING LOSER! NOW QUICK, ADD SOME COMMENTS AND GLITTERY ICONS TO YOUR EXISTING FRIENDS! and before you know it 2 hours have gone by and you're about to be late for work. Well, NO MORE.
I am eating a bowl of sliced strawberries, sliced bananas, vanilla yogurt and a drizzle of honey. It's mmmmmmmmmmmmm breakfast.
Things have been kinda hectic, but not so much for me. Chris officially took over the store on Monday, it's his now free and clear. I've been driving out there and helping out for a few hours here and there, but I dont know shit about cell phones so I just vaccuum, take out the garbage, and totally pop a hole in his mini-fridge while trying to defrost it. Oops. For future reference, using a hammer and a screwdriver to hack ice-chunks out of a freezer isnt as good a solution as it initially seems to be.
So my house is always dirty. My carpet is fucked, due to spilled drinks and smashed jello shots and god knows what else. Right now there is a plate of ramen noodles sitting on the kitchen table, fork still stuck in the noodles, that has been there for 3 days. I'm nobody's fucking mother, I'm not cleaning this shit up, but the second I come home I dont want to be here and I shut myself up in my room. Last night I went grocery shopping and was so excited to come home and make soup and brownies... the sink is full of nasty, chunky dishes, the counters are covered in beercans and shake, and the floor is sticky when you step on it. I made a peanut butter sandwich and went to bed. : |
Going up to marquette this weekend... forcast is 50 and raining for the next week. Awesome time for camping!!!
And now to Carrabbas, where I can hope to make at least 20 bucks tonight so I can buy a bag for the trip.
This is my life, and it's ending one second at a time.
I am eating a bowl of sliced strawberries, sliced bananas, vanilla yogurt and a drizzle of honey. It's mmmmmmmmmmmmm breakfast.
Things have been kinda hectic, but not so much for me. Chris officially took over the store on Monday, it's his now free and clear. I've been driving out there and helping out for a few hours here and there, but I dont know shit about cell phones so I just vaccuum, take out the garbage, and totally pop a hole in his mini-fridge while trying to defrost it. Oops. For future reference, using a hammer and a screwdriver to hack ice-chunks out of a freezer isnt as good a solution as it initially seems to be.
So my house is always dirty. My carpet is fucked, due to spilled drinks and smashed jello shots and god knows what else. Right now there is a plate of ramen noodles sitting on the kitchen table, fork still stuck in the noodles, that has been there for 3 days. I'm nobody's fucking mother, I'm not cleaning this shit up, but the second I come home I dont want to be here and I shut myself up in my room. Last night I went grocery shopping and was so excited to come home and make soup and brownies... the sink is full of nasty, chunky dishes, the counters are covered in beercans and shake, and the floor is sticky when you step on it. I made a peanut butter sandwich and went to bed. : |
Going up to marquette this weekend... forcast is 50 and raining for the next week. Awesome time for camping!!!
And now to Carrabbas, where I can hope to make at least 20 bucks tonight so I can buy a bag for the trip.
This is my life, and it's ending one second at a time.