February 12, 2002 :: 1:48 a.m.
you obviously don't know my dog
My tongue ring is irritating the roof of my mouth. It's been doing that a lot lately. I'm always on the verge of taking it out, but I never do because most of the time it's not bothersome, and I'm afraid that I'll regret it. Blah. Maybe I just need a different barbell. I did have a very comfortable flat one that Amanda gave me, but the plastic disk on the top came off. The glue on the bottom wasn't very appetizing. I put my old one back in after that, and it's been a bit painful ever since. If I wasn't so destitute I'd buy another flat one, but they're around $25 and I simply don't have it.
I want to take it out now, just for a little while, but the damn thing won't budge. Ah. Okay. I got it out. It feels really nice to have an empty mouth.
I went over to Joe's at 6:30 and watched the end of What Dreams May Come with him. Then we went to the New Forest Chinese Buffet for some food, which was a very bad idea. I hadn't planned to get anything, but he paid for two buffets, so I ended up eating way more than I should have. Vegetable lo mein, rice, string beans, onion rings (yeah, they have yummy onion rings), pineapples, half of a chocolate-covered banana, a bowl of rainbow sprinkles with a little ice cream, two fortune cookies, and lots of tapioca pudding. Funny how very little of what I had was Chinese in any way. I left the place feeling quite foul and disgusting. Which I am. We went to the video store and rented Best In Show, which Joe had seen, and The Glass House. Best In Show was humorous, but at the same time it made me want to kill everyone involved. It was more annoying than funny. I have come to the conclusion that I truly hate Parker Posey. Every time I see her in a movie, she's playing some neurotic psycho bitch who yells too much. She makes me want to scratch my eyes out with a pointy stick.
The Glass House was pretty good. Better than I expected, anyway. It was rather suspenseful and not incredibly predictable, so that's a plus. We finished watching it around 1:00 a.m., at which point I hopped in my car and came home. I have a raging headache and my teeth are very sadistic. I think they're into bondage and domination and shit, because they're totally making me their bitch. I thought about this tonight at the Chinese restaurant, while I was eating my bowl of sprinkles. "Self," I said, "you shouldn't be eating this. It's pure sugar. You know it's going to give you a million cavities." But ate it, I did. And it was delectable. My teeth will, no doubt, inflict hideous pain upon me as a punishment, but hey. They can't do anything too bad. Without me they don't have gums to stand on.
It's Monday. Well, no, now it's Tuesday. Two days until Valentine's, and three days until Rufus. Two days after the concert, on the 17th, it'll be one year and three months for Adam and I. I'm hoping that his roommate goes away on a random church retreat or something, but it's not likely. Stupid roommate. We're hanging out on Thursday, of course, and I'm sure I'll see him on Sunday, so I shouldn't complain too much. Twice in one week is something to be grateful for.
I don't have too much to say right now... sad. My brother is snoring like you wouldn't believe. He had his tonsils and his adenoids (sp?) removed for this very reason - he snores horribly - and for a while it helped. But lately it's been like sleeping across the hall from a chainsaw killer or something. Always sawing away. I think I'll play some SSX Tricky or email Adam or maybe work on a new design. I don't really want to redesign again, but this layout looks like poop on 800x600, and it's a bit plain. We'll see.
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