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Apr 29, 2006 11:52

I say this far too often, and I'll say it again, I love weekends. The lack of responsibility. How I can sit around all day and do nothing at all, and not feel guilty. God, it's pretty outside. I'm going outside... yes, now something to do. Really I'm only writing this because I have nothing better to do. Mmmmm....

On a slightly weirder tangent, I think something is living in my water. It tastes funny, vaguely like swamp, not that I go around licing swamps or anything. Maybe somethings wrong witht he bottle?... I need a new one. right now. bah!

Over the summer, sometimes the fam goes to NJ,and this year madre says we might rent a cutsie beack house. YAY, it'll have around four bedrooms, and we should totally give Nika her own, to contain her and her crap. Does anyone really want to deal with le petite merde? I think not. Keep her away from me with her "i need every pillow in the room to sleep on" habits. And we mustn't forget leaving the lights on, and waking up early and putting the TV on loud, and just in general being really self centered. If she died, I don't know how long I would care. Everything would be so much easier.

I think I'm going to go outside and sunbath, because this train of thought makes me angry.
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