January 20, 2002 :: 12:49 a.m.
I have my very own haunted home appliance
Ugh. I've been playing Zelda for the last hour or so, which is mmm mmm good except for the fact that Volvagia is kicking my ass. Burning it to a crisp, more accurately. But I'm happy to say that I'm nearly past the Fire Temple, and it was surprisingly easier than the last one. Link is in his little red Link-suit (tunic) on and everything.
Adam and I were on the phone for a long while tonight, which was nice. It would have been nicer if an actual conversation had taken place. There was some talking here and there, but really it was just two people on the phone, not saying much. It's my fault fault, I suppose. I'm not much of a talker sometimes, especially on the phone, and I'll admit that I made less of an effort than usual tonight. I'm in a foul state, and I didn't have much to say, I guess. Being cooped up in this house is forcing me to think, and as usual, I'm thinking about things that stress me out/piss me off/upset me. Blah. Blah blah blah blah BLAH.
My dad really needs to stop this baking thing. He needs to get a new hobby. He made cookies today, but luckily they have nuts in them so I won't touch them. Thank god. The last thing I need when I'm in this kind of mood is a heaping plate of cookies staring me in the face. In the last two weeks or so, we've had a chocolate cheesecake, a key lime pie, two double layer cakes, one single layer cake, a banana cream pie, and cookies. Soon the oven will be popping out baked goods of its own accord. Maybe it's possessed by the spirit of a woman giving birth to septuplets. Maybe I can call up Unsolved Mysteries or something and get my pregnant oven on TV.
Ho hum.
My cat is spazzing out. She's trying to claw up my legs and shit. If she wasn't schizophrenic to begin with I might be worried, but in her case "spazzing" equals "normal behavior."
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