Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours...Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry...
I have been shopping in abundance. Friday is Ghost City/Kevin's Belmont Birthday Bonanza. I made the Dean's List. I went to the gym last night and worked my thighs. I'm not even sore this morning, which is disappointing. I would like to own a dog, specifically a Pomeranian or Boston Terrier. I bought a hat and will wear it forever starting two days ago. In fact, it's this hat:
Damn Jew hair. Here's me shopping fabulously:
I'm in the market for a new job, one in which to replace CompUSA. Waitress? I'm certainly charming enough. More retail? Most likely. I've taken to drawing robots. Too much Daft Punk. I haven't gotten a hammy yet; I'm not in one place long enough to take decent care of her. Perhaps when I'm back home after this semester. I love Wednesdays. No class until 5:30. Borders is having a sale today and I want to go, even if they've been getting the bulk of my limited income.
Anyways. I should be working. Making pie charts/spred sheets and such. Until next time, dear ones.
Damn Jew hair. Here's me shopping fabulously:
I'm in the market for a new job, one in which to replace CompUSA. Waitress? I'm certainly charming enough. More retail? Most likely. I've taken to drawing robots. Too much Daft Punk. I haven't gotten a hammy yet; I'm not in one place long enough to take decent care of her. Perhaps when I'm back home after this semester. I love Wednesdays. No class until 5:30. Borders is having a sale today and I want to go, even if they've been getting the bulk of my limited income.
Anyways. I should be working. Making pie charts/spred sheets and such. Until next time, dear ones.