Yeah, I'm bored and should be unpacking.
I ♥ Chinatown Chicago. Who cares if the food I eat there gives me the poops at three in the morning! What's a little lost sleep between me and bún gà? Oh bún gà, you cruel mistress...
You know, I think I hate myspace. I keep going there to look up people I knew in high school only to see that they have awesome jobs and I'm unemployed! And even if I was employed, religious studies major = administrative assistant, not awesome jobness. Damn you myspace, networking tool of sadomasochistic origin! I like to stick to my little livejournal safety net. Besides, livejournal is just cooler.
Anywho, I wanted to provide those unmarried folk out there a small glimpse into married life. So I present you with this dialogue loosely (or exactly) based on my own life:
Husband: What's the matter?
Wife: Oh nothing. I was pretending to be mad to see what you'd do.
H: Playing with my emotions, are you?
W: I'm not playing with your emotions. I'm playing with your mind.
H: Oh, well that's nice...
Brace yourself for psychological warfare!
You know, I think I hate myspace. I keep going there to look up people I knew in high school only to see that they have awesome jobs and I'm unemployed! And even if I was employed, religious studies major = administrative assistant, not awesome jobness. Damn you myspace, networking tool of sadomasochistic origin! I like to stick to my little livejournal safety net. Besides, livejournal is just cooler.
Anywho, I wanted to provide those unmarried folk out there a small glimpse into married life. So I present you with this dialogue loosely (or exactly) based on my own life:
Husband: What's the matter?
Wife: Oh nothing. I was pretending to be mad to see what you'd do.
H: Playing with my emotions, are you?
W: I'm not playing with your emotions. I'm playing with your mind.
H: Oh, well that's nice...
Brace yourself for psychological warfare!