steve caparotta looks like a sperm
my head hurts. and i'm a little nauseous. but it's okay, as most of my cold symptoms seem to have passed, thankfully. not feeling completely 100%, but better. and better is always good.
got in some quality reading time with a silly smut novel (nora roberts); that was fun. seems amazing to me all this spare time (maybe a little too much) that i have now without the OG to worry about. they've called me multiple times asking where i am...um, yeah...shouldn't it be kind of obvious now? whatever. i feel bad, especially about the passive aggressive way i did it, but i really don't regret "quitting". so yeah, i'm on the job search again, and racking up the hours at CC's. yay.
somebody male left me a voicemail (male? haha. ok, i'm cheesy) and i don't know who it was. the number didn't register because my phone is a bag of shit, and i've suddenly realized that with the advent of cell phones with caller id, i'm much worse at distinguishing voices now, unless i talk to people everyday. and so...i'm supposed to call somebody back, but i don't know who that somebody is.
let me tell you something...i would kill for a cigarette right now. most of you know that i'm only a semi-habitual smoker (meaning mostly social, sometimes otherwise), but i am fucking fucking fucking craving that nicotine right now. and i've forbidden myself nicotine because i'm sick, and inhaling carcinogens into your lungs is bad anyway, but much worse when it opens your already ailing respiratory system to more infection. phew. just had to get that out there in the open. and spare me the lectures; i know it's bad for me and unappealing, but i do a whole bunch of other shit to myself that's bad too, so...yeah. it's unfortunate that it became my stress crutch, but for now it will stay my stress crutch.
and finally...in just a little over a week, i'll be moving into my new place, and am excited (relieved?) to be back in my own element, my own place. nina and jon have been great, and i'll miss bunking here, but i'm sure everybody will be happy to have their own spaces back. i mean, we hang out all the time anyway; i'll just have my own space to sleep, and dance around naked, and my own bathroom back. :) i can't believe other people who've been on their own longer than i have can move back in with their parents or get roommates. i was a refugee for a month and listen to me!
enough. i'm out for the night.
got in some quality reading time with a silly smut novel (nora roberts); that was fun. seems amazing to me all this spare time (maybe a little too much) that i have now without the OG to worry about. they've called me multiple times asking where i am...um, yeah...shouldn't it be kind of obvious now? whatever. i feel bad, especially about the passive aggressive way i did it, but i really don't regret "quitting". so yeah, i'm on the job search again, and racking up the hours at CC's. yay.
somebody male left me a voicemail (male? haha. ok, i'm cheesy) and i don't know who it was. the number didn't register because my phone is a bag of shit, and i've suddenly realized that with the advent of cell phones with caller id, i'm much worse at distinguishing voices now, unless i talk to people everyday. and so...i'm supposed to call somebody back, but i don't know who that somebody is.
let me tell you something...i would kill for a cigarette right now. most of you know that i'm only a semi-habitual smoker (meaning mostly social, sometimes otherwise), but i am fucking fucking fucking craving that nicotine right now. and i've forbidden myself nicotine because i'm sick, and inhaling carcinogens into your lungs is bad anyway, but much worse when it opens your already ailing respiratory system to more infection. phew. just had to get that out there in the open. and spare me the lectures; i know it's bad for me and unappealing, but i do a whole bunch of other shit to myself that's bad too, so...yeah. it's unfortunate that it became my stress crutch, but for now it will stay my stress crutch.
and finally...in just a little over a week, i'll be moving into my new place, and am excited (relieved?) to be back in my own element, my own place. nina and jon have been great, and i'll miss bunking here, but i'm sure everybody will be happy to have their own spaces back. i mean, we hang out all the time anyway; i'll just have my own space to sleep, and dance around naked, and my own bathroom back. :) i can't believe other people who've been on their own longer than i have can move back in with their parents or get roommates. i was a refugee for a month and listen to me!
enough. i'm out for the night.