new goal!
i want to start writing again (wow, i say this like every single fucking day!) and in order to get my writing oomph back i am going to give myself a new goal. this goal is to write in lj at least 3 times a week. damn, 3 times sounds like a lot. i bet i'll be writing from work the 3 days i'm here..hahah. but anyway, it doesn't have to be anything significant, as long as i'm getting something out there. sorry if this ends up being extremely boring for my loyal lj-readers (all two of you!) but whatever, suck it.
i'm excited about my impromptu visit with erika tonight. she's going to be coming over for like 3 hours after midnight. sounds nuts, i know, but she's taking a late night/early morning flight (not the red eye though) to fla and wants to hang with me until then because she knows i will keep her ass up all night with singstar karaoke and my big fat mouth. she's got a point, if you ever need to stay up just start me talking and you will not be able to fall asleep. i'm awesome like that. wow, i see a couple of insane run-on sentences going on. that's cool, i kind of like run-ons sometimes. i feel like one continuous sentence gets the point across better at times. maybe i'm just rationalizing for my grammatical errors. either way.
i'm wearing a nice shirt today. i really like it, and people have told me that it's quite flattering. it hides my tummy and accentuates the positive (my heaving bosom) and not the negative (my x-treme muffin tops that these jeans give me). only thing is, there's a little tear going on on one side that i didn't notice until i was already on the 7. what do i do if my shirt bursts open and i'm left on the train in just my bra and tight ass jeans ? i'll cry, that's what.
i can't wait to go home. i'm super sleepy today. i hardcore look forward to having some ice cream upon arrival home. i've been thinking about it all week and i really really want it. uh oh. i struck up a convo with connie about parmesan-pesto dip. hands down, it is the most amazing dip i have ever had in my life. it's fucking delicious and a cinch to make. i love it so much that if i could, i would have sex with it. yeah, i said it. i want to engage in intercourse with parmesan-pesto dip.
okay, man, i'm probably gonna go have a smoke and go back to pretending to work.
i'm excited about my impromptu visit with erika tonight. she's going to be coming over for like 3 hours after midnight. sounds nuts, i know, but she's taking a late night/early morning flight (not the red eye though) to fla and wants to hang with me until then because she knows i will keep her ass up all night with singstar karaoke and my big fat mouth. she's got a point, if you ever need to stay up just start me talking and you will not be able to fall asleep. i'm awesome like that. wow, i see a couple of insane run-on sentences going on. that's cool, i kind of like run-ons sometimes. i feel like one continuous sentence gets the point across better at times. maybe i'm just rationalizing for my grammatical errors. either way.
i'm wearing a nice shirt today. i really like it, and people have told me that it's quite flattering. it hides my tummy and accentuates the positive (my heaving bosom) and not the negative (my x-treme muffin tops that these jeans give me). only thing is, there's a little tear going on on one side that i didn't notice until i was already on the 7. what do i do if my shirt bursts open and i'm left on the train in just my bra and tight ass jeans ? i'll cry, that's what.
i can't wait to go home. i'm super sleepy today. i hardcore look forward to having some ice cream upon arrival home. i've been thinking about it all week and i really really want it. uh oh. i struck up a convo with connie about parmesan-pesto dip. hands down, it is the most amazing dip i have ever had in my life. it's fucking delicious and a cinch to make. i love it so much that if i could, i would have sex with it. yeah, i said it. i want to engage in intercourse with parmesan-pesto dip.
okay, man, i'm probably gonna go have a smoke and go back to pretending to work.