March 05, 2002 :: 7:40 a.m.
feel the burn
Another beautiful sunny day turned bitter by the cold. *sigh* I want to wear a t-shirt without six layers of winter gear over top! Is that too much to ask? I mean, lord, it's not snowing. It hasn't snowed in weeks. It's March, for christ's sake. I don't live in Alaska. Pennsylvania is usually rather mild. So be mild, dammit. Do not taunt me by being all sunny and warm looking and then freeze the hell out of me as soon as I step outside. That is not nice.
In other news, my hair looks cool. It's a rare occasion indeed when I can look in the mirror and not be unhappy with what I see. That's not to say that I look ravishingly gorgeous this morning, because I certainly do not, but I rather like my hair. It's being fun and curly in the way it never is when I want it to be. Too bad I'm going to end up taking a shower at Adam's and making it look like poo. Blah.
I get to wear my prison suit today. I'm excited. I don't know why it excites me so, but it does. Perhaps because I enjoy looking like a dork in front of my friends? Er... no. I'm not adverse to looking dorky, because I am dorky, but I don't go out of my way or anything. I think I'm just excited because it's "day glo" orange and I enjoy orange. It's an eye-blindingly bright happy color and everyone could use some of that.
Wishing that I had some money. Desperately lusting after Lamb's self-titled CD. *pant, drool* Feeling extreme annoyance and dislike toward people who are too lazy to type full words. Example: U instead of you. R instead of are. Cuz instead of because or even 'cause. Curse you all, foul abbreviators! To hell with every last one of you.
My eyes burn. Ow.
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