elementary, my dear watson.
I can't believe how sexy I am! I've already written my english essay, which is due on friday. it's four pages long, just barely the maximum amount allowed. man, I'm good. this'll be the only draft I write of it. I'm not the type to revise... just write it right the first time, after spending a while on it.
tonight I sang and danced to my elvis cd. it was good times. and I recorded myself pretending to be elvis on my laptop.
yes, actually, I did have a lot of free time tonight.
don at work is such a shithead. he made jessica cry tonight when he yelled at her. I was like, you bitch. and you know what he said to nancy? he said, "hey nancy, I'm a big fatty asshole!!" ...well, ok, no he didn't, but he might as well have. he said "if you keep complaining about this job, why don't you get another one? oh wait! you can't... you're pregnant." and nancy called him an ass right to his face. then she drafted a nasty letter to him in the cafe tonight. I was really proud of her. I told her to put in a word for me, too.
also, tonight, I really think fate was trying to reach out and poke me in the eye or something. I turned on the radio and just happened to catch the end of an ad for depression anxiety disorder. it said to call a 1-800 number for information. so I did, and had some free info sent to aaron. god damnit, god FAWKING dammit, I am such a good person. it almost disgusts me. there's power in self-gratification. it'd better fucking help him, too, or then I really give up. it just seemed so coincidential...
*hums twilight zone music*
I miss maria. me wants to talk to her. and mollie. and noel. and rachael. and brandon.
ohh merde, I miss all of my friends. *sigh*.
I'm getting a headache. and my back's acting up again. and I'm *yawn* sweeeeeepy. so, goodnight, y'all. nothing to see here.
...I wonder if michael bolton is still craving conan o'brien's blood?
tonight I sang and danced to my elvis cd. it was good times. and I recorded myself pretending to be elvis on my laptop.
yes, actually, I did have a lot of free time tonight.
don at work is such a shithead. he made jessica cry tonight when he yelled at her. I was like, you bitch. and you know what he said to nancy? he said, "hey nancy, I'm a big fatty asshole!!" ...well, ok, no he didn't, but he might as well have. he said "if you keep complaining about this job, why don't you get another one? oh wait! you can't... you're pregnant." and nancy called him an ass right to his face. then she drafted a nasty letter to him in the cafe tonight. I was really proud of her. I told her to put in a word for me, too.
also, tonight, I really think fate was trying to reach out and poke me in the eye or something. I turned on the radio and just happened to catch the end of an ad for depression anxiety disorder. it said to call a 1-800 number for information. so I did, and had some free info sent to aaron. god damnit, god FAWKING dammit, I am such a good person. it almost disgusts me. there's power in self-gratification. it'd better fucking help him, too, or then I really give up. it just seemed so coincidential...
*hums twilight zone music*
I miss maria. me wants to talk to her. and mollie. and noel. and rachael. and brandon.
ohh merde, I miss all of my friends. *sigh*.
I'm getting a headache. and my back's acting up again. and I'm *yawn* sweeeeeepy. so, goodnight, y'all. nothing to see here.
...I wonder if michael bolton is still craving conan o'brien's blood?