January 29, 2004 3:08AM
Such a... tragedy.
Just a note: If I wrote all of the things I think about writing throughout my day, every entry would be the longest thing you've ever read in your life (trust me, I have cameras). I always think of things that I should write, some make it (like the jeep on the bus story), while others don't (the cocks on the bus story). I dunno why some make it and some don't... each and every story are as uninteresting as the rest, although I attempt to make them seem interesting by using long words, insults and clever humour, it's often hard to hide up the most boring stories. So... Yeah... that's just a note. *cough*
I get paid tomorrow... which means: GROCERY TIME!! Yup, that's right. I get food. OMGWTF!! Food!! Yup.. so, I'm gonna make my grocery list tonight or tomorrow afternoon and I'm going to force my Mom (at gunpoint... I blame it on Vice City), to take me grocery shopping with her automated vehicle contraption. That way I can buy the entire store and be able to carry it home. Mmmm, things like tomato sauce and potatos, and.. and.. bread! Yummy! So, I'll be posting the grocery list on my site under tomorrow's entry, because for some reason you freaks like reading useless shit like that! Wierdos.
It's funny that you can tell when I become depressed and when I become manic in my apartment. It's so obvious, it actually makes me smirk slightly. *smirks slightly*. When I'm manic (hyper, organized and so on) the apartment stays clean as hell, the dishes are done daily, the kitty litter is spotless and so on and so forth. When I become depressed for my usual two or three weeks, the entire apartment falls apart, dishes start being stacked on top of dishes, shit flows freely through all open hallways, the bathroom smells like stale urine and... and... the console controller cords become TANGLED!!! but anyway... it's just funny how much my enviroment reflects my moods.
I worked tonight with Lindy, so everything went fast, easy and cleanly. I like working with her because everything gets done quickly. I guess we just work well together. I got a headache though even though I was just there for a few hours... *sigh* fucking headaches and their taunting. Of course I took home a pizza because of the no food sitaution here.
The rest of the night was spent laying around, eating chips and coke and glosset raisons I bought with the rest of the $10 Linzie's Dad gave me (which he bought Burger King with for me... I got the change..). Oh, and I installed Vice City on my desktop (which I previously only had on my laptop, but since... grrrr), and I played that for a bit. Linzie went home at 2 and I had a bath. Now I'm letting the glasses soak in the water because they're irreversibly stained with poop.
Lately I've been listening to nothing other than Thursday and The Used. I suggest you do the same, or face the wrath of my unimaginably powerful eyelashes. Goodnight.
UPDATE - 4:39am
Since I finished typing the previous entry (3:08am) I have been doing the dishes non-stop straight through to RIGHT NOW. I'm done, and I'm going to sleep. My fingers hurt.
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- I lived with Ben on Cartier
- I was with Linzie
- I worked at Pizza Hut
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