Insomnia kicking my ass
Once again, sleep escapes me. I can't really figure out what it is either. I get tired really early, but can't fall asleep. I think I'm excited. Very soon Patty will be home...finally. I can't wait to throw her around and tickle the shit out of her. Well...not shit...maybe piss, but not on my bed. Sick....
So yeah, anyways, she's coming home on monday. Mike offered to help me clean my room this weekend. I hadn't really thought of it, but I guess it would be a good idea. I'm going to clean the bathroom too...it's not dirty, but I want it spotless. I went to the mall and bought Patty this stuffed Stitch doll from Lilo & Stitch. I was looking around for the one I saw in Syracuse, but I couldn't find it. So I asked the lady at the Disney store and she was like "Yeah, it's in the mountain." IN THE MOUNTAIN?? They couldn't even give it a classy name...a mountain of stuffed animals. I just wanted to grab kids and toss them in it. Sure, throwing small children could be fun, but I would be happier knowing the joy they would get from being tossed into a mountain of their favorite stuffed Disney characters. I wanted to dive in it myself, but the lady said I couldn't "climb the mountain." Oh well...it was worth a shot.
I feel like I should get Patty more stuff though. She got me amazing presents and mine seem like such shit compared to hers. Granted, I got her the cutest stuffed doll ever and the toughest t-shirt from Hellfest (chicks in t-shirts with bigass brass knuckles on them are hot), but the ones she got me just kick way too much ass. I'm not even going to tell you what they are...you'd probably be jealous and try to steal them. I'll just say that she knows me, spoils me, and is the best...
I went to an awesome show tonight with Ron....good time. No injuries.
So, work tomorrow from 11-1, then 4:30 - 9. Not too bad, but it just destroys an entire day. I hate to say it, but I can't wait until classes start so I can at least have a few nights to just lay around. And the A I got in my class this summer helped me to realize that I'm not COMPLETELY retarded, so I am anxious to prove my intelligence to myself (yeah, it only took 3 years to realize that you should study when you are in college). Okay, 3 AM....going to attempt sleep again.
RANDOM THOUGHT THAT JUST POPPED IN MY HEAD: Why the fuck can't people read signs in stores? When it says "Fresh, farm-raised Scottish Atlantic Salmon Portions 4.99 per each", if you ask me if it was caught in the ocean, or think that "per each" is synonymous with "per lb.", I will personally bludgeon you with a tire iron. Thank you.
So yeah, anyways, she's coming home on monday. Mike offered to help me clean my room this weekend. I hadn't really thought of it, but I guess it would be a good idea. I'm going to clean the bathroom too...it's not dirty, but I want it spotless. I went to the mall and bought Patty this stuffed Stitch doll from Lilo & Stitch. I was looking around for the one I saw in Syracuse, but I couldn't find it. So I asked the lady at the Disney store and she was like "Yeah, it's in the mountain." IN THE MOUNTAIN?? They couldn't even give it a classy name...a mountain of stuffed animals. I just wanted to grab kids and toss them in it. Sure, throwing small children could be fun, but I would be happier knowing the joy they would get from being tossed into a mountain of their favorite stuffed Disney characters. I wanted to dive in it myself, but the lady said I couldn't "climb the mountain." Oh well...it was worth a shot.
I feel like I should get Patty more stuff though. She got me amazing presents and mine seem like such shit compared to hers. Granted, I got her the cutest stuffed doll ever and the toughest t-shirt from Hellfest (chicks in t-shirts with bigass brass knuckles on them are hot), but the ones she got me just kick way too much ass. I'm not even going to tell you what they are...you'd probably be jealous and try to steal them. I'll just say that she knows me, spoils me, and is the best...
I went to an awesome show tonight with Ron....good time. No injuries.
So, work tomorrow from 11-1, then 4:30 - 9. Not too bad, but it just destroys an entire day. I hate to say it, but I can't wait until classes start so I can at least have a few nights to just lay around. And the A I got in my class this summer helped me to realize that I'm not COMPLETELY retarded, so I am anxious to prove my intelligence to myself (yeah, it only took 3 years to realize that you should study when you are in college). Okay, 3 AM....going to attempt sleep again.
RANDOM THOUGHT THAT JUST POPPED IN MY HEAD: Why the fuck can't people read signs in stores? When it says "Fresh, farm-raised Scottish Atlantic Salmon Portions 4.99 per each", if you ask me if it was caught in the ocean, or think that "per each" is synonymous with "per lb.", I will personally bludgeon you with a tire iron. Thank you.