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So I've been given a new nickname at work. This one girl who I always refer to as Tinkerbell had been trying to think of one for a while. And it's only fair I guess, since, y'know, I call her Tinkerbell. She asked what my first pet's name was... and it was Spooky. And there you have it. It suits me, I guess. Because... I'm spooky? Sure.
I'm just now getting over some wicked illness... I was sick in bed from monday night till thursday afternoon... not fun. I only got up once, and that was to go into work to tell them I wasn't coming in that night. I think that somehow the high fever fried my tastebuds, or the part of my brain that registers taste, or something. No matter what I eat, any piece of food I put in my mouth tastes like a fuckin' turd covered in shit sauce with a crap filling. It's making me want to not even eat. Even soda tastes bitter. I'm sure it's hilarious seeing me dump salt on my pizza.
I haven't had the chance to hang with my Bri since we went to KC last saturday to see Slayer and Unearth. Hopefully she'll be over tomorrow night... so... yay. That was a badass show, by the way. We had perfect seats. I thought it was really cool that it was just the two of us... despite the fact that apparently, with our powers combined, we are able to get twice as lost. But it's all good. I also thought it was cool that my car actually made it all the way out there and back without falling apart.
Moving outta this house very soon. Not happy about it at all. This is the worst fucking time of year to move. But Louis and I are both fuckin' assholes, and fuckin' assholes can't co-exist peaceful-like it seems. But it's still a retarded time of year to move. At least I don't have much crap... it'll only take me a day or two to get everything out. Lou, on the other hand... hahahahahahaha.
I'm just now getting over some wicked illness... I was sick in bed from monday night till thursday afternoon... not fun. I only got up once, and that was to go into work to tell them I wasn't coming in that night. I think that somehow the high fever fried my tastebuds, or the part of my brain that registers taste, or something. No matter what I eat, any piece of food I put in my mouth tastes like a fuckin' turd covered in shit sauce with a crap filling. It's making me want to not even eat. Even soda tastes bitter. I'm sure it's hilarious seeing me dump salt on my pizza.
I haven't had the chance to hang with my Bri since we went to KC last saturday to see Slayer and Unearth. Hopefully she'll be over tomorrow night... so... yay. That was a badass show, by the way. We had perfect seats. I thought it was really cool that it was just the two of us... despite the fact that apparently, with our powers combined, we are able to get twice as lost. But it's all good. I also thought it was cool that my car actually made it all the way out there and back without falling apart.
Moving outta this house very soon. Not happy about it at all. This is the worst fucking time of year to move. But Louis and I are both fuckin' assholes, and fuckin' assholes can't co-exist peaceful-like it seems. But it's still a retarded time of year to move. At least I don't have much crap... it'll only take me a day or two to get everything out. Lou, on the other hand... hahahahahahaha.