March 14, 2002 :: 11:15 a.m.
shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
I weighed myself this morning. It was most unpleasant. Not surprising, though - one cannot eat like I do and expect to lose weight, unless of course one is an android or a freak of nature with a metabolism faster than a rabbit in heat. And since I am neither of those things, well, you know. I really must work on my eating habits. Grrar.
Currently fixating on: "Sex & Rebellion" by Goodness. Carrie Akre has the coolest voice ever. This song makes me want to shake my butt. It also makes me want to have sex, but shaking my butt is a more viable option at the moment, so shake it I shall. Heh. Good lord. I'm going to go on the most massive CD buying binge as soon as I can afford it.
My dad came into my room this morning at 7:30 to ask me what's wrong with my car. Honestly, father. Did you really expect to get anything out of me at such an ungodly hour? If so, you are deluded. But really, there's nothing wrong with my car... it's just old and weak. A three-cylinder engine can only go so fast, you know? It's temperamental. It throws fits at higher speeds ("higher speeds" being upwards of 60 mph) and uses more gas than it probably should. I think it needs a check-up. Hmm. I like my car, though. It's cute. It's little and bright blue and messy as all hell. And there's a fish velcroed to the dashboard. A troll, too. It's odd. It fits me. I just with it would speed up a little bit sometimes, that's all.
Erg. I must go pick up my grandma soon. Enthusiasm factor: -37. Woo.
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