apple blossom
I found my white stripes CD last night, Finally (de stijl) so thats what plays in my head tonight, that and American Music (Violent femmes)
i saw sarah today, talked to her fora bit in uncommon, and then drove her to the flower shop to get a flower for her mom. Apperently Mary thinks im a great influence on sarah and that im also the complete opposite of her, hah, i love it when parents like me.
im mad at work, im working too much, 32 hours a week is killing brain cells at this point, ir eally want to cut it down to 2 (this would also alow key travels) the only problem is how much im attached to my $220 check every week.
i had the bestest of times at Ally's. of course, how could it be any less. I watched the video i taped and couldn't believe how terrible i sounded, "Gosh"
oh that reminds me of something i really shouldn't say, because its mean.
Im trying not to be mean, and not saying the wrong things. Please, yell at me when i fuck up.
im going to the city tomorrow. exciting. the weather is supposed to be pretty.
ive had the most godawful cramps and backaches these past few days, and now my tummy hurts like a (flaming) bitch too, i feel like despising womanhood this week (mine at least).
i wish my dorothy shoes worked like they were supposed to, so i could click my heels and believe really hard and be where i wanted to be.
work is so full of fucking drama, its so lame, we all cant get enough of a life we have to turn the healthfood store into a sitcom? what the fuck. I think we need a sign in the window stating 'Morons for Hire, inquire within' and just put it out there, since its the truth.
i want to change my hair. i want to change my clothes. i want to change my body. i want to change my culture. i want to change my mind.
buono notte
i saw sarah today, talked to her fora bit in uncommon, and then drove her to the flower shop to get a flower for her mom. Apperently Mary thinks im a great influence on sarah and that im also the complete opposite of her, hah, i love it when parents like me.
im mad at work, im working too much, 32 hours a week is killing brain cells at this point, ir eally want to cut it down to 2 (this would also alow key travels) the only problem is how much im attached to my $220 check every week.
i had the bestest of times at Ally's. of course, how could it be any less. I watched the video i taped and couldn't believe how terrible i sounded, "Gosh"
oh that reminds me of something i really shouldn't say, because its mean.
Im trying not to be mean, and not saying the wrong things. Please, yell at me when i fuck up.
im going to the city tomorrow. exciting. the weather is supposed to be pretty.
ive had the most godawful cramps and backaches these past few days, and now my tummy hurts like a (flaming) bitch too, i feel like despising womanhood this week (mine at least).
i wish my dorothy shoes worked like they were supposed to, so i could click my heels and believe really hard and be where i wanted to be.
work is so full of fucking drama, its so lame, we all cant get enough of a life we have to turn the healthfood store into a sitcom? what the fuck. I think we need a sign in the window stating 'Morons for Hire, inquire within' and just put it out there, since its the truth.
i want to change my hair. i want to change my clothes. i want to change my body. i want to change my culture. i want to change my mind.
buono notte