Neh.
Um. Yes. So. It's late, I'm sleepy but surprisingly ungrumpy, and I smell like an apple. Like a god. Damn. Apple. That stupid Shrek bubble bath isn't even green, either. I bought it on the sole impression that it was going to produce green bubbles, but alas, I was deceived. I bought it from fucking Wal-Mart, too. If I'm going to totally compromise my consumer principles, I want to see some effin' green, man!
I could have sworn so much more in that paragraph. I'm getting better, I promise.
The Unicorns rock my socks. Just in case, y'know, I hadn't mentioned it before.
God, I miss cereal so much. I miss it with a burning passion that consumes my very soul. By what logic my mother allows me to eat ice cream, pie and cookies but not bloody breakfast cereal, I do not know. Sigh.
I did a hella lot of driving today, and not even the fun kind. Mostly it was chaffeuring Mom around town (karma for the years and years of her doing the same for me, I imagine) to get groceries and drop off books and take her to her doctor's appointment and stuff.
I am seriously considering giving in to frumpiness. Hey, it could be cool. I could get some lenseless glasses and maybe some moon boots. And a fro. (Not that a fro isn't an inherent characteristic of undeniable coolness. Nobody's sayin' that. Heh.)
Well, Word Peddler.com doesn't seem to think I've babbled enough for one evening, so let's see. Enh. Exciting relevant things to say. Heheh. I smell like an apple.
Dammit, I am having breakfast cereal tomorrow if I have to drive (oh beautiful sparkling word of magical wonder) into town and GET me some breakfast cereal. Uh huh. That's right. I said it. What, what?
Watched What The Bleep Do We Know tonight. It was a bit disappointing, but not bad. There were adventures with eyeliner pencils afterward.
Hm. Does anyone have suggestions on music-downloading programs that aren't iTunes? Or did I ask that before? I am on the verge of withering and death from lack of music intake.
I could have sworn so much more in that paragraph. I'm getting better, I promise.
The Unicorns rock my socks. Just in case, y'know, I hadn't mentioned it before.
God, I miss cereal so much. I miss it with a burning passion that consumes my very soul. By what logic my mother allows me to eat ice cream, pie and cookies but not bloody breakfast cereal, I do not know. Sigh.
I did a hella lot of driving today, and not even the fun kind. Mostly it was chaffeuring Mom around town (karma for the years and years of her doing the same for me, I imagine) to get groceries and drop off books and take her to her doctor's appointment and stuff.
I am seriously considering giving in to frumpiness. Hey, it could be cool. I could get some lenseless glasses and maybe some moon boots. And a fro. (Not that a fro isn't an inherent characteristic of undeniable coolness. Nobody's sayin' that. Heh.)
Well, Word Peddler.com doesn't seem to think I've babbled enough for one evening, so let's see. Enh. Exciting relevant things to say. Heheh. I smell like an apple.
Dammit, I am having breakfast cereal tomorrow if I have to drive (oh beautiful sparkling word of magical wonder) into town and GET me some breakfast cereal. Uh huh. That's right. I said it. What, what?
Watched What The Bleep Do We Know tonight. It was a bit disappointing, but not bad. There were adventures with eyeliner pencils afterward.
Hm. Does anyone have suggestions on music-downloading programs that aren't iTunes? Or did I ask that before? I am on the verge of withering and death from lack of music intake.