February 20, 2002 :: 11:33 a.m.
I like the yellow ones
This is the third day in a row that I've been up before noon. I think hell may indeed freeze up and become useless. My alarm went off at 9:00 this morning, and my mom came in around that time, telling me that Joe was on the phone. I talked to him for a while, bleary and raspy-voiced, and then trudged my tired self into the shower. I'm currently a bit more awake and very clean. I'm leaving in a bit to take my grandma to the grocery store (joy), but I thought I'd sneak in an entry first.
You know, because I'm weird and addicted like that. Seriously. This little white box is like... crack of some sort. I cannot resist it.
Hmm. I wonder when my shoes are going to get here... I want them. I think I just want something. I can't even afford to shop at the Salvation Army at the moment; it's been a long time since I've really purchased anything. So I'm quite antsy. I want my fun sneakers and I want them now. Or sometime soon, at least. I won't throw a tantrum or anything, but you know, it would be nice. I'll give the postman a cookie.
I should just check the delivery status, but I lost the item number. I think I put it in my pocket and then washed those jeans. Eh.
My dad bought an entire box of those little Sweetheart candy hearts. And by "an entire box," I don't mean one little one, or one big one. I mean a frickin' case of the small boxes. 24 of them. This leads me to ask: what in god's name are we going to do with 24 boxes of candy hearts when it's after Valentine's Day? Really, now. I just don't understand.
I also don't understand why the aforementioned candy hearts have completely gone to shit over the years. They used to be fun and say things like "hug me" and "you're sweet." Now they have "email me" and "cool dude." And peace signs! What the fuck? I don't enjoy them as much now as I used to, because they have dumbass sayings on them. "Email me," my ass. No.
On a brighter note, I'm downloading Bj�rk b-sides and it's making me oh so happy. B-sides are a wonderful thing. I love Tori because every single has two or three b-sides on in. Well, I love her for other reasons too, but you know what I mean.
back & forth
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