March 17, 2002 :: 10:28 p.m.
Shall I eat cookies? I think I shall.
I tried to do my taxes while watching
Fight Club. A bad idea, that. Not that I would have been able to do them if the movie hadn't been on. Tax things confuse me. The whole shpeel hurts my brain. Ow.
I went to see Adam this afternoon, as today is our 16-month deal. It snowed. It fucking snowed. It's March, for christ's sake. Two days ago it was 68 degrees out, today it was 29. I can't deal with this 40-degree temperature fluctuation shit. Argh. We stopped at McDonald's for a Shamrock Shake, which sucked. It tasted like mint and tutti fruity mixed together. Yuck. Never again. We didn't do much, what with the weather and our combined lack of funds, but it was still a fun time. As usual. *grins* We basically laid around and cuddled and talked. It was good.
I'm kind of tired and I want some cookies. I'm not hungry, though. Weird. I wasn't hungry when I ate dinner tonight, either, even though I hadn't eaten since 11 a.m. at that point. Huh. Lack of appetite isn't something I have a problem with. I'm a human vacuum, sucking up any delectable-looking morsel that gets in my way. Moo. <--- that's the noise I make. So this is very odd and confusing. And I still want some cookies.
EW. *cries* My brother is watching The Skulls and what, oh what has to be playing in the background? Fucking Creed. Stop stalking me! Stop it! I hate you and your god tattoos and your whiny songs and your basset hound-esque facial structure. Poo to you, Creed. Leave me alone.
Hmm. Cookies? Yes. Cookies. I'll write more later. Perhaps even something of substance.
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