March 08, 2003 :: 12:27 a.m.
siemen's building technologies (bananas only)
Good lord. I hate moving. Boxes and bags and a hundred thousand trips up and down the stairs. And I can't even actually put anything in my room until it's painted, which is happening tomorrow afternoon. Adam and I are going to go at the place with rollers and stuff. It'll be fun times with the toxic fumes.
My computer is currently set up in the dining room. It's very strange, and the keyboard is sitting in such a way that it's even more uncomfortable than usual to type. Blargh.
I'm talking to Amanda on AIM, planning a group hot tub party for tomorrow night. Her mom and Sandy (her mom's "partner," a.k.a. lesbian) are away, so we can be rowdy and play in the hot tub and stuff. I'm going to have to borrow some boxers from someone, though. Possibly Adam, because frankly I do not want to wear Mason's. I don't do bathing suits. I don't even own one. Actually, I haven't owned once since I was about 15, which is kind of sad when I think about it. Alas.
I'm suddenly very depressed. This is no fun. I'm going to go draw and hope my mood improves.
Adieu.
Oh - I saw both of the phrases in the title of this entry on trucks while driving home today. It was a very penis-centric drive, in terms of truck signage.
back & forth
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