Jan 21, 2007 10:28
I hate everything. This goddamned unfair, ridiculous, unpleasant life. Today, I have to go to Lowes, Target, Wheatsville, and quite possibly a tattoo shop. That's probably the only thing that will sink me out of my unpleasant mood.
That and some fresh produce.
Life sucks. I wish I could stop complaining. I'm supposed to fry chicken and mash potaoes for Auston, but I think I'll just curl up in bed and mope instead.
It's a good day for Bright Eyes.
I hope something changes.
Have to go down to the office to sign a piece of paper and hope that at least one of my five packages has arrived.
I need to send things to Rob.
Crake comes home on monday, after five.
Please come visit if you can - I'll half gasoline with you. I just want to see you so bad. I think I need to, as silly as you might think it.