Today is now day seven. Day seven and even though I feel like crap and my room mate is bailing out on me come the 31st, I'm still not giving in to anger. Haven't even considered it, haven't even come close to being angry about anything. Frustrated over work, but not angry. Almost a week of not being angry. Ha.
I don't know if it's allergies or what, but I feel like crud. Gonna OD on vit. C and sudafed and see how melty I am come morning.
Yay for Tropical Storms. I likes windy wind that goes whoosh.
My life is so fucking boring. I hate being as uninteresting as I am. I'm not going to isolate myself from people, but I do need to take time to ponder who I really want to be.
Cheap hobbies? Anyone?
Ellen DeGeneres married Portia de Rossi. Lucky bitch. So is it Portia de Rossi DeGeneres now? Good god, and I thought Seymour Butts was a bad name.
I think I hate talking to my b/f on messenger. Think I'll just erase it all together, I don't talk to anybody but him on there. I'm pretty unsocial I guess.
I dare you to tell me a short story. Tell me a short story and make it really imaginative- tell me about the kind of person you'd be if you had anything and everything at your disposal. Would you be a super hero? Super villian? Would you help out others? Go on wild adventures? Travel space and boldly go where no man has gone before?
Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine.
E-mail it to me and I'll send you e-cookies. Promise