January 07, 2002 :: 1:22 p.m.
the Ice Man cometh
There is a strange man in my kitchen, making the water dispenser on the fridge work. We just got a new one, because we always had too much food for the old one. The new one is big and scary and it has an ice/water dispenser. And so the ice/water dispenser man is here. Goodie goodie.
Last night, I gathered up all the cards that Adam has given me in the last few months. I sat on my bed and read through all of them, which is alternately a good thing and a bad thing. It's a good thing because they're sweet and they remind me of exactly why I love him so much. It's a bad thing because I'm sappy and sentimental and I was crying like a pre-teen girl with front row tickets to see N'Sync. So yeah, I took a little nostalgia trip. It was nice. I'm still going to kick his ass, though, should he ever decide that I merit a phone call. I am no less angry than I was yesterday; now I'm just angry and my eyes hurt. *grumble*
Good lord. Our phone never stops ringing. My sister has called three times since I got up, which was nary an hour ago. She needs therapy, I swear. She's got more dysfunction and paranoia in her little finger than I have in my entire body. Well, maybe not. Maybe hers is just more noticeable. Or maybe she really is nuts. Either way, she could use some therapy just because it would lessen the amount of phone calls she makes to my father, and thus lessen my desire to throw the phone out the window.
I want some cereal, but I'm afraid to go into the kitchen. I'm still in my pajamas and I look like poo, and I don't want to have to interact with the ice/water dispenser man.
This day is starting out rather shittily.
back & forth
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