Die slow, die fast now...'cause it's never gonna last now.
Ugh, I'm eating this awful sandwich right now. All the ingrediants are fine, it's just the bread that's displeasing. And if you're anything like me, bread can break a sandwich as easily as bad meat.
Dinner with Kush was lovely. A very happy birthday to him in a few days. And although I mentioned it in my sleep-ridden last entry, Electric Six was amazing. They played so much for so long, it was great. I fear I missed Dance Epidemic, but everything else was fabulous. And things are okay between Kevin and I. Or they will be. Something, I'm no good with the mens. The womens, on the other hand...Well, I like-a tha ladies and they like-a me right back.
We Love Katamary came out yesterday. I'm joyfully picking up my copy tomorrow. Ugh, the aftertaste on that sandwich is even worse than actually eating it.
Luvah!
I totally saw Mike Davis at work the other day. It was wild. We had the same shirt on, which was even more wild, if you can imagine it. Haha, wild dogs couldn't keep me away...unless they were REALLY wild.
Apparently, I need to acquire a PSP rather quickly. But I really want an ibook, and ibook fix'ns. Oh, and I have money for neither.
And there's no good way to get fresh air from the fan in here without opening the curtains. I like my rooms BREEZY and DARK, just like I like my men. HAH! I don't want breezey and blindingly sunshiney, and I don't want the fan to devour the curtain. Is there nothing that can save me from this hell on Earth!?
There's this guy I work with who randomly inserts the phrase, "Skee!" into any sentence at will. I found myself picking this up but it's irrelevant and misplaced when I do it.
Other than that, my dorm is a mess, the homework isn't done, and this awful sandwich isn't going to finish itself.
Dinner with Kush was lovely. A very happy birthday to him in a few days. And although I mentioned it in my sleep-ridden last entry, Electric Six was amazing. They played so much for so long, it was great. I fear I missed Dance Epidemic, but everything else was fabulous. And things are okay between Kevin and I. Or they will be. Something, I'm no good with the mens. The womens, on the other hand...Well, I like-a tha ladies and they like-a me right back.
We Love Katamary came out yesterday. I'm joyfully picking up my copy tomorrow. Ugh, the aftertaste on that sandwich is even worse than actually eating it.
Luvah!
I totally saw Mike Davis at work the other day. It was wild. We had the same shirt on, which was even more wild, if you can imagine it. Haha, wild dogs couldn't keep me away...unless they were REALLY wild.
Apparently, I need to acquire a PSP rather quickly. But I really want an ibook, and ibook fix'ns. Oh, and I have money for neither.
And there's no good way to get fresh air from the fan in here without opening the curtains. I like my rooms BREEZY and DARK, just like I like my men. HAH! I don't want breezey and blindingly sunshiney, and I don't want the fan to devour the curtain. Is there nothing that can save me from this hell on Earth!?
There's this guy I work with who randomly inserts the phrase, "Skee!" into any sentence at will. I found myself picking this up but it's irrelevant and misplaced when I do it.
Other than that, my dorm is a mess, the homework isn't done, and this awful sandwich isn't going to finish itself.