because none of you are special enough for an email...
just kidding, if you're actually reading this. i just wanted to say i'm thinking of you, pretending you're thinking of me. wow, that was SO EMO!
if you've talked to me lately, you'll have noticed i hate everything...apparently that's hormonal, so forgive me. i just got over a two-day bout with the throwing up virus, but i got to spend two days in bed, so it wasn't all that bad.
i get paid today. all that means is i'll be able to buy more spinach dip and cigarettes. i'm supposed to be quitting, but aren't we all?
and i'm having a boy. if i had a choice of a theme (meaning i could paint and decorate, etc.), it'd be skulls. cute ones, of course, not scary. so if you run into something that has skulls on it, i'll bet you'll think of my poor baby and how scarred it's going to be.
i want to go downtown tonight and watch people get drunk, or just watch a show. i want to perch myself on a barstool and flirt with the nearest person who doesn't realize i'm with child. i want to make-out in the bathroom and exchange phone numbers, but never call. *sigh* wishful thinking.
now i'm off to work with the kids who probably made me sick in the first place. it would please me to get a response from someone, just to let me know you're alive and kicking ass. later, weirdos.
i never update lj without using caps and such. weird.
if you've talked to me lately, you'll have noticed i hate everything...apparently that's hormonal, so forgive me. i just got over a two-day bout with the throwing up virus, but i got to spend two days in bed, so it wasn't all that bad.
i get paid today. all that means is i'll be able to buy more spinach dip and cigarettes. i'm supposed to be quitting, but aren't we all?
and i'm having a boy. if i had a choice of a theme (meaning i could paint and decorate, etc.), it'd be skulls. cute ones, of course, not scary. so if you run into something that has skulls on it, i'll bet you'll think of my poor baby and how scarred it's going to be.
i want to go downtown tonight and watch people get drunk, or just watch a show. i want to perch myself on a barstool and flirt with the nearest person who doesn't realize i'm with child. i want to make-out in the bathroom and exchange phone numbers, but never call. *sigh* wishful thinking.
now i'm off to work with the kids who probably made me sick in the first place. it would please me to get a response from someone, just to let me know you're alive and kicking ass. later, weirdos.
i never update lj without using caps and such. weird.