Sep 13, 2004 21:14
Golfers with limp arms = one hell of a good laugh.
I'm so cold.
I had something to say but I forgot.
Chelsea drove me home tonight. I didn't die. I was proud of her.
I'm in one of my moods right now where I just feel insincere even though I'm not. If anyone else notices the insincerity in me at the moment, it's not real and I don't mean it.
Today I felt strangely happy/optimistic for about 3 minutes. Now I just feel apathetic as usual.
"Breakfast of Champions" is a wonderful book.
I say the word wonderful a lot. Grand is so much cooler.
Chelsea and Specs wrote erotic Harry Potter fan fiction. It made me giggle.
Kaboof, hazoof, kerblam, wahey, whee.