Alan Cumming is so cute. I could eat him.
No! No no no no no no noooo!!!
John can't come up this weekend. :(
Something terrible aparently happened at work, so his soul will be imprisoned there through the weekend.
He told me and I thought "grrr!!", I felt "wahhh!!", and I said "ehh... it's okay"
It is, though. It's okay. Shite like this happens and really, it's just a waste of time to whine about it. We'll find another time, and maybe we won't talk about it so loudly about it next time. I think what happened is God tapped my phoneline and that nosey bastard thought to himself Oooh, so our little backslider thinks she's getting some this weekend hmm? ...*BAMM*.... yes that's right. a meltdown. {{btw, God has the voice of Stewie from Family Guy}}
I feel bad for him though. John, not God. I mean I feel bad for God too, but that's not relevent. It's not at all fair to him. I mean geez, he was going to take a break from his job to come up here to me, the amazingly sextacular goddess herself, and now he can't.
Just kidding.
No, I do feel bad though. It blows oats that he has to work through the weekend.
Blows oats. Haven't said that since high school. Oh wait no. I used to say "Blows goats". gosh. that's a lot worse.
Yeah, it blows goats that he has to work through the weekend. That...can't be fun. Especially if the word "meltdown" is somehow applicable to the situation.
:(
Well....
In news that doesn't make me sad, at least there's something good for me to watch tonight while I won't be wringing my hands and pacing the room. Jim Gaffigan is going to be on Late Night with Conan O'Brien.
Jim Gaffigan is hot.
I know... I know I know. He's really not. But I find him completely out of this world fantastic. He's so funny. I'm such a stand-up whore, aren't I. I don't even know if there's a term for whatever mental disease a person must have for them to feel automatically attracted to people who make them laugh. Okay well I'm not saying I'm determined to have his children. I'm just saying it outweighs a lot of flaws.
I indulged in some hardcore useless pampering today. I don’t know what right I had in thinking I should get a pedicure, but I liked it. My feet don’t look like those of an ogre or anything anymore, so I guess that’s good. The colour I picked was brown. They had about a billion or so bright pinks and reds, and one earth tone, so I jumped at it.
You know, I really don’t know why I’m writing about this boring shite. But at least the girl who did my pedicure was cute. Cute in that cliché Asian girl way.
When I was in the Acme, I was walking down the snack food aisle {{to get Veggie Crisps}} and this older couple was walking towards me down the aisle. I wasn’t really paying attention, but then just before we passed each other, the old guy tapped me on the forearm and said something like “Cheer up hon. I bet you’re a lot prettier when you smile.” It was really weird. And I thought, do I look sad or something? Then later on as I was leaving the first aid aisle with a pack of band-aids I felt a tear run down my right cheek. I wiped it off and thought, …what the fuck? Seriously, I wasn’t even sad or anything. And it’s not like I was attacked by bandaids as a child and am now traumatized. I wasn’t even thinking of anything, either. Just all of a sudden, boom, tear. I guess it was the contacts.
I’ve decided to diet. By that I mean I thought about it for a while and bought only non-dangerous things at Acme tonight. I need to drop this weight, and if my knee is going to be a bitch every time I try to exercise, I might as well eat better. I don’t eat terribly to begin with though. I just spent $94.50 in fruits, vegetables, herbs, milk, tofu, and a loaf of rye bread. The cashier liked my henna.
I remember periods of losing lots of weight when I worked at the bank because I’d refuse to wake up early enough to eat breakfast and I’d be too cheap for lunch . The water I drank obsessively (free, from the bank) kept my stomach full and the coffee I drank (free, from the bank) suppressed my appetite enough for me to treasure my money more than food, and I’d eat something when I got home… then pass out because that was stupid.
A little bird told me that Jon is going vegetarian. Actually, it was Jon himself who said it, and Jon in no way could be confused with a little bird. I’m going back to the Acme with him tomorrow to help him find some cruelty free food. I think this is a great thing that Jon is doing, not because it’s what I do, but because it was a decision based on moral/logic whatnots. If it lasts, cool. If he changes his mind, that’s fine too. These little life habit changes that people make always interest me.
I remember when I was in high school I’d try to recruit and so on. That lasted like two days before I realized I was being a fascist asshole. “C’mon, become a vegetarian based on my views. It’s cool.” Then I stopped that crap, and two of my friends dropped meat. You can’t… and shouldn’t try to change people’s actions based on your motives. Puppetry; not awesome.
Haha, kind of makes you wonder what the hell kind of a parent I’m going to be huh?
My mom seems to have warmed up, slightly, to my desire to have a child out of wedlock, out of relationship, and completely, well, alone. She’s not full out supportive, but she indulges me and gives me advice when it comes to conversations like what age do you want to give birth at {{24-28}}…what will the name be if it’s a girl? {{Seda Ausria}}…will you have a child if you you’re not out of school by then? {{I’m not an idiot}} and so on.
Kevin said something a while back that he probably doesn’t even remember because he said it when he was drunk at like 4am, and therefore probably didn’t mean it, but it meant lots to me. {{run-on sentences kick ass}} I told him I’d really like to have a child, but one big thing that would stop me is my belief about the world being overpopulated and my being a hypocrite by adding on to it.
Now… he was drunk, so forgive how childlike it may have sounded.
He said something to the tune of “That’s why I should be president of the world, so I could sterilize the fucking idiots who shouldn’t be allowed to have children, and people like you could have kids without feeling so bad about it”
Something like that.
I dunno.
But it sounded like I was being grouped in under “not a fucking idiot”, which was lovely.
Anyway. All of my entries have been long and pointless lately, so I’ll end this after a short brag:
I just ate a whole pudding cup using only my tongue. :)
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I want John to be able to come up. I'm all lonelyfied, :(<,lj-cut>
John can't come up this weekend. :(
Something terrible aparently happened at work, so his soul will be imprisoned there through the weekend.
He told me and I thought "grrr!!", I felt "wahhh!!", and I said "ehh... it's okay"
It is, though. It's okay. Shite like this happens and really, it's just a waste of time to whine about it. We'll find another time, and maybe we won't talk about it so loudly about it next time. I think what happened is God tapped my phoneline and that nosey bastard thought to himself Oooh, so our little backslider thinks she's getting some this weekend hmm? ...*BAMM*.... yes that's right. a meltdown. {{btw, God has the voice of Stewie from Family Guy}}
I feel bad for him though. John, not God. I mean I feel bad for God too, but that's not relevent. It's not at all fair to him. I mean geez, he was going to take a break from his job to come up here to me, the amazingly sextacular goddess herself, and now he can't.
Just kidding.
No, I do feel bad though. It blows oats that he has to work through the weekend.
Blows oats. Haven't said that since high school. Oh wait no. I used to say "Blows goats". gosh. that's a lot worse.
Yeah, it blows goats that he has to work through the weekend. That...can't be fun. Especially if the word "meltdown" is somehow applicable to the situation.
:(
Well....
In news that doesn't make me sad, at least there's something good for me to watch tonight while I won't be wringing my hands and pacing the room. Jim Gaffigan is going to be on Late Night with Conan O'Brien.
Jim Gaffigan is hot.
I know... I know I know. He's really not. But I find him completely out of this world fantastic. He's so funny. I'm such a stand-up whore, aren't I. I don't even know if there's a term for whatever mental disease a person must have for them to feel automatically attracted to people who make them laugh. Okay well I'm not saying I'm determined to have his children. I'm just saying it outweighs a lot of flaws.
I indulged in some hardcore useless pampering today. I don’t know what right I had in thinking I should get a pedicure, but I liked it. My feet don’t look like those of an ogre or anything anymore, so I guess that’s good. The colour I picked was brown. They had about a billion or so bright pinks and reds, and one earth tone, so I jumped at it.
You know, I really don’t know why I’m writing about this boring shite. But at least the girl who did my pedicure was cute. Cute in that cliché Asian girl way.
When I was in the Acme, I was walking down the snack food aisle {{to get Veggie Crisps}} and this older couple was walking towards me down the aisle. I wasn’t really paying attention, but then just before we passed each other, the old guy tapped me on the forearm and said something like “Cheer up hon. I bet you’re a lot prettier when you smile.” It was really weird. And I thought, do I look sad or something? Then later on as I was leaving the first aid aisle with a pack of band-aids I felt a tear run down my right cheek. I wiped it off and thought, …what the fuck? Seriously, I wasn’t even sad or anything. And it’s not like I was attacked by bandaids as a child and am now traumatized. I wasn’t even thinking of anything, either. Just all of a sudden, boom, tear. I guess it was the contacts.
I’ve decided to diet. By that I mean I thought about it for a while and bought only non-dangerous things at Acme tonight. I need to drop this weight, and if my knee is going to be a bitch every time I try to exercise, I might as well eat better. I don’t eat terribly to begin with though. I just spent $94.50 in fruits, vegetables, herbs, milk, tofu, and a loaf of rye bread. The cashier liked my henna.
I remember periods of losing lots of weight when I worked at the bank because I’d refuse to wake up early enough to eat breakfast and I’d be too cheap for lunch . The water I drank obsessively (free, from the bank) kept my stomach full and the coffee I drank (free, from the bank) suppressed my appetite enough for me to treasure my money more than food, and I’d eat something when I got home… then pass out because that was stupid.
A little bird told me that Jon is going vegetarian. Actually, it was Jon himself who said it, and Jon in no way could be confused with a little bird. I’m going back to the Acme with him tomorrow to help him find some cruelty free food. I think this is a great thing that Jon is doing, not because it’s what I do, but because it was a decision based on moral/logic whatnots. If it lasts, cool. If he changes his mind, that’s fine too. These little life habit changes that people make always interest me.
I remember when I was in high school I’d try to recruit and so on. That lasted like two days before I realized I was being a fascist asshole. “C’mon, become a vegetarian based on my views. It’s cool.” Then I stopped that crap, and two of my friends dropped meat. You can’t… and shouldn’t try to change people’s actions based on your motives. Puppetry; not awesome.
Haha, kind of makes you wonder what the hell kind of a parent I’m going to be huh?
My mom seems to have warmed up, slightly, to my desire to have a child out of wedlock, out of relationship, and completely, well, alone. She’s not full out supportive, but she indulges me and gives me advice when it comes to conversations like what age do you want to give birth at {{24-28}}…what will the name be if it’s a girl? {{Seda Ausria}}…will you have a child if you you’re not out of school by then? {{I’m not an idiot}} and so on.
Kevin said something a while back that he probably doesn’t even remember because he said it when he was drunk at like 4am, and therefore probably didn’t mean it, but it meant lots to me. {{run-on sentences kick ass}} I told him I’d really like to have a child, but one big thing that would stop me is my belief about the world being overpopulated and my being a hypocrite by adding on to it.
Now… he was drunk, so forgive how childlike it may have sounded.
He said something to the tune of “That’s why I should be president of the world, so I could sterilize the fucking idiots who shouldn’t be allowed to have children, and people like you could have kids without feeling so bad about it”
Something like that.
I dunno.
But it sounded like I was being grouped in under “not a fucking idiot”, which was lovely.
Anyway. All of my entries have been long and pointless lately, so I’ll end this after a short brag:
I just ate a whole pudding cup using only my tongue. :)
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I want John to be able to come up. I'm all lonelyfied, :(<,lj-cut>