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m0x is emotionally distant. I bet no one's surprised that you never post your current mood. In fact, I bet most of your friends are so sick of you locking them out of your life that they hate you behind your back. Shame. brought to you by interim32. wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread)
Stupid truth. Ugh.
Anyway, today was crazy. Almost ran out of gas on the way to work, so I had to spend the three dollars I had to buy soda at work on gas for the car. Two twenty five a fucking gallon man, jesus hates high prices. Actually, I bet him and his daddy are in on the scheme...
Anyway, work was going well, kinda slow, had no problem keeping up with the cars. I was told to take my lunch break at noonish. An hour later I head back feeling absolutely wonderful because I had just ingested a KFC potpie(orgasm), and what do I see? Eight, yes, eight cars lined up for me to wash and shite. Ugh. So from there the day was crazy. I killed my legs from walking and bending and running and tripping on random objects... They decided to keep me after.
So I finally go pick up my mother from work. I arrive at six pee. em. and there are still people shopping(she works in an antique mall). The place was supposed to be closed, but these people fucked around (as I continually told them we were closing) until I finally started shutting off the lights. We got out of there at about seven. By now I'm so tired, frustrated, and pained. I felt like I was going to pass out. Surprise from mi mama! I get to go GROCERY SHOPPING with her! YAY! MORE WALKING! So, I acted like a child in the place, moping and kicking the cart. I tried to get into the cart, but as I straddled it she looked embarrassed, so I stopped amusing myself(the last part of that sentence is strange out of context, eh?)
I got home at eightish only to realise I had missed the Arts After Dark deal. Gods, I was really looking forward to that, would have been a fantastic way to end the week. But I digress. Maybe I'm not meant to do anything this weekend but sit at home alone. That's tomorrow's plan anyway as my mother and father are taking the car to cleveland for the day. Yippee. Anyway, to those that read this and participated at Ellis tonight, my deepest apologies, I really wanted to go. Mitch, I still want that cd, and zachariah, I want to see your new head.
Fuckity fucksticks, what a day. Anyway, I'm around my house/computerish on and off. Just kinda mindlessly drifting around with the winds of change. I get paid next week for forty+ hours. Times like these make me miss drugs
*sadface
Ya'll be good, gods are watching. Oh, and ghosts watch you masturbate too, I forgot to mention that.
I have no idea why I typed out all of my numbers, it's just a thing. A small thing. Like my penis.
Yarg.
Stupid truth. Ugh.
Anyway, today was crazy. Almost ran out of gas on the way to work, so I had to spend the three dollars I had to buy soda at work on gas for the car. Two twenty five a fucking gallon man, jesus hates high prices. Actually, I bet him and his daddy are in on the scheme...
Anyway, work was going well, kinda slow, had no problem keeping up with the cars. I was told to take my lunch break at noonish. An hour later I head back feeling absolutely wonderful because I had just ingested a KFC potpie(orgasm), and what do I see? Eight, yes, eight cars lined up for me to wash and shite. Ugh. So from there the day was crazy. I killed my legs from walking and bending and running and tripping on random objects... They decided to keep me after.
So I finally go pick up my mother from work. I arrive at six pee. em. and there are still people shopping(she works in an antique mall). The place was supposed to be closed, but these people fucked around (as I continually told them we were closing) until I finally started shutting off the lights. We got out of there at about seven. By now I'm so tired, frustrated, and pained. I felt like I was going to pass out. Surprise from mi mama! I get to go GROCERY SHOPPING with her! YAY! MORE WALKING! So, I acted like a child in the place, moping and kicking the cart. I tried to get into the cart, but as I straddled it she looked embarrassed, so I stopped amusing myself(the last part of that sentence is strange out of context, eh?)
I got home at eightish only to realise I had missed the Arts After Dark deal. Gods, I was really looking forward to that, would have been a fantastic way to end the week. But I digress. Maybe I'm not meant to do anything this weekend but sit at home alone. That's tomorrow's plan anyway as my mother and father are taking the car to cleveland for the day. Yippee. Anyway, to those that read this and participated at Ellis tonight, my deepest apologies, I really wanted to go. Mitch, I still want that cd, and zachariah, I want to see your new head.
Fuckity fucksticks, what a day. Anyway, I'm around my house/computerish on and off. Just kinda mindlessly drifting around with the winds of change. I get paid next week for forty+ hours. Times like these make me miss drugs
*sadface
Ya'll be good, gods are watching. Oh, and ghosts watch you masturbate too, I forgot to mention that.
I have no idea why I typed out all of my numbers, it's just a thing. A small thing. Like my penis.
Yarg.