*Sniffle*.....
.... damn allergies. It's fucking nice outside, and what am I doing? Sitting here, sniffling my zaftig ass off because the weather wants to fuck me around.
Damnit, I hate Southern California.
So... hey everyone!! How goes it? How's tricks?
I'm doing good, just working (West Coast Longies!!!......). I got a new laptop... yeah...
I never have anything good to say.
I'll be in Arizona next weekend for a family reunion, which means I'll be huddled in the corner trying to drink myself into a stupor while all my cousins ignore me because I have lighter skin and a better job than they do..
In all truth, I don't have family issues. Really.
I keep reading livejournal whenever I get the chance, and feel like I should just post something because I know that I do have friends on here that do care about me, and since I basically refuse to talk to people on the phone nowadays (and barely reply to e-mails), they need some resource that says I'm still alive.
Here it is: I'm still alive. And single. And bored. And lonely. And funny. And racist. And envious. And shy. And jealous. And bitter. And jolly. And poor. And well off. And complacent.And ditzy. And drained. And content. And still have a nice package.
Life can be good.
Damnit, I hate Southern California.
So... hey everyone!! How goes it? How's tricks?
I'm doing good, just working (West Coast Longies!!!......). I got a new laptop... yeah...
I never have anything good to say.
I'll be in Arizona next weekend for a family reunion, which means I'll be huddled in the corner trying to drink myself into a stupor while all my cousins ignore me because I have lighter skin and a better job than they do..
In all truth, I don't have family issues. Really.
I keep reading livejournal whenever I get the chance, and feel like I should just post something because I know that I do have friends on here that do care about me, and since I basically refuse to talk to people on the phone nowadays (and barely reply to e-mails), they need some resource that says I'm still alive.
Here it is: I'm still alive. And single. And bored. And lonely. And funny. And racist. And envious. And shy. And jealous. And bitter. And jolly. And poor. And well off. And complacent.And ditzy. And drained. And content. And still have a nice package.
Life can be good.