this is looooooooooong.
i've been awake since SEVEN AM; this is absolutely glorious.
i managed to:
|arrange the 02394782098 couches in the livingroom. can a number start with zero and be a real number?
|dust everything, including the desk and oversized coffee table in my oversized livingroom.
|vacuum and spot clean our shitty carpet (why dont WE HAVE HARDWOOD FLOORS?!)
|watch jerry springer, a wedding story, a dating story, perfect proposal, which really wasnt perfect because the stupid girl on the show was too sneaky and she figured out it was a scam, so she ruined her own proposal, and child star something on VH1, reality tv secrets, and i lost it! on DHC.
|lay out on the roof of the building to get some sun, but ended up falling asleep in a really awkward position.
|shower!
|pay some bills at GENE WALTERS!
|and finally take a nap
...all before THREE PM!
i have the day off and i was very productive and i'm feeling very accomplished right now.
tonight: i'm torn between the solstice show and going to richmond. i know if i go to richmond i'll be sitting in danny's house where i really cant breathe because they have 465121831 cats and 897321 dogs and it makes my eyes run. if i go to the solstice show, i'll probably be equally as miserable so i probably will end up in richmond. tonight could be a bunch of suck.
lauren is moving in less than two weeks. i dont like it. i want to go with her.
work is better lately but only because they've hired like 741132687 new people. so those of us that were worked to death are getting a little break here and there. like today, for example. i never thought i'd have a friday off.
i think i'll dedicate this post to ryan aircraft even though it really has nothing to do with him. and probably to brandon too so he poop. i imagine he doesnt go too often, as i dont update that often.
i have a headache, and this is nothing new. i must live 90% of my life with a headache. HOW DO I DO IT?!
my grades last semester were pretty decent.
the apartment smells like old people because these couches have been disinfected 32905472346587 times because talya got them from hope house. they're ugly as sin, but comfy as can be.
my phone book got deleted in my phone. i'd forget my own head if it wasnt attached to my own neck, but i'm not nearly as bad as dave pogge about forgetting things. so anyway i'm sure i dont remember too many numbers. i guess that's my pick up line for asking for everyone's number. please.
gotta go gotta go gotta go right now.
i have to pee. i think the commercial did it to me.
i managed to:
|arrange the 02394782098 couches in the livingroom. can a number start with zero and be a real number?
|dust everything, including the desk and oversized coffee table in my oversized livingroom.
|vacuum and spot clean our shitty carpet (why dont WE HAVE HARDWOOD FLOORS?!)
|watch jerry springer, a wedding story, a dating story, perfect proposal, which really wasnt perfect because the stupid girl on the show was too sneaky and she figured out it was a scam, so she ruined her own proposal, and child star something on VH1, reality tv secrets, and i lost it! on DHC.
|lay out on the roof of the building to get some sun, but ended up falling asleep in a really awkward position.
|shower!
|pay some bills at GENE WALTERS!
|and finally take a nap
...all before THREE PM!
i have the day off and i was very productive and i'm feeling very accomplished right now.
tonight: i'm torn between the solstice show and going to richmond. i know if i go to richmond i'll be sitting in danny's house where i really cant breathe because they have 465121831 cats and 897321 dogs and it makes my eyes run. if i go to the solstice show, i'll probably be equally as miserable so i probably will end up in richmond. tonight could be a bunch of suck.
lauren is moving in less than two weeks. i dont like it. i want to go with her.
work is better lately but only because they've hired like 741132687 new people. so those of us that were worked to death are getting a little break here and there. like today, for example. i never thought i'd have a friday off.
i think i'll dedicate this post to ryan aircraft even though it really has nothing to do with him. and probably to brandon too so he poop. i imagine he doesnt go too often, as i dont update that often.
i have a headache, and this is nothing new. i must live 90% of my life with a headache. HOW DO I DO IT?!
my grades last semester were pretty decent.
the apartment smells like old people because these couches have been disinfected 32905472346587 times because talya got them from hope house. they're ugly as sin, but comfy as can be.
my phone book got deleted in my phone. i'd forget my own head if it wasnt attached to my own neck, but i'm not nearly as bad as dave pogge about forgetting things. so anyway i'm sure i dont remember too many numbers. i guess that's my pick up line for asking for everyone's number. please.
gotta go gotta go gotta go right now.
i have to pee. i think the commercial did it to me.