Jan 29, 2005 10:17
i hate to admit it, but im so ridiculous that i can't listen to anything hip hop-ish today as i know it will only encourage me to spend retarded amounts of money and persuade kevin to come out dancing tonight. its all psychosomatic and i realize that just hearing beats shouldn't make me lose my shit like this, but just to be safe i'm sticking to lame rock radio i've got goin' on.
even though im dirty as fuck and the stamp still hasn't washed off my hand from helsinki on wednesday night (see the roommates journal fer that story in which i got no honourable mentions), i smell marvellous and the mascara that is smuged around my dry eyes looks fuckin' mint.
god. im such a shallow bitch.
and i know im being paid to be here today, and i would complain if it were any busier, but im just so bored this morning. im just waiting for something to happen. someone call me? cell or otherwise. you can even call the 1-800 number just so i can hear it ring that terrible ring and i can put on my hot phone sex voice.
i think i gotta do it rockstar styles and cut my own hair tonight
...that article i read last night was right. journal entries are lame and uninteresting when they are not filled with angst/anger er otherwise "unhappy" sentiment. see above post for evidence.