March 25, 2002 :: 11:44 a.m.
simmer the nipples on low for 5 minutes
Okay. *shivers* I was in the shower for about three minutes before the water turned freezing cold. I still have shampoo in my hair. This is not cool.
Also not cool: I have a mysterious red mark on my shoulder. It's the size of a pencil eraser, maybe a little bigger, and it doesn't hurt... but I'm kind of freaked out. It almost looks like a hicky, but I'm quite certain that no one has been sucking on my shoulder lately, so that's a negative. I'll show it to my mom when she gets home, I guess. Erg.
My dad woke me up this morning at 8 o' clock, claiming that my mother told him I said I'd take Adam (brother) to work. Uh... no. I never agreed to such things. I was quite irritated at being dragged out of bed so early, but hey, not a huge deal. I got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, etc, etc, and was getting ready to eat breakfast when my dad told me to forget about it; he'd take Adam (brother) instead. GRR. If you're going to get me out of bed at 8 a.m. to do something, fine, but do not wake me up, let me get ready, and then tell me that I don't have to do the thing you woke me up to do. That's not nice and it makes it very hard to go back to sleep.
VH1 is showing something called "Creed at Ease." *blinks* *gags* *dies* WHY? Okay, fine there are people out there who like Creed (freaks...). But why does it have to be airing now? Why, when I turn on VH1, am I automatically bombarded with innumerable images of Scott Stapp and his droopy eyes and fake pull-ups and god tattoos? No, actually, I know why. It's because they're still stalking me, of course. I really thought I'd gotten rid of the pests. I hadn't heard them in stores or on the radio, I hadn't seen them on TV or outside my window... but now it seems that perhaps I drew a premature conclusion. Damn you, Creed! Why must you deprive me of my last bit of sanity? Can't you see you're driving me mad?? *growls* Do you really want me to rip your eyes out or something? Because I will. Just try me.
Aww, Rufus kitty is sitting on the table by the window, swishing his tail really fast. He wants outside, of course. He's been getting out a lot lately, which is bad, because he's not fixed yet. I feel bad confining him to the house when Gizmo and Tango are allowed out, but really, I do not need to be responsible for kittens. Though they would be cute and warm and fuzzy... no. There are enough kitties. So I'm sorry Rufie, but you're under house arrest. Them's the breaks.
There's this one chick on the food network... her name is Padma something (Padma Lakshmi, I think), she's on Melting Pot right now... and she never wears a bra. Never. There's always some serious nipple action when she's on screen, which would make sense if this were a network aimed at horny men, but seeing as how it's a cooking channel I just don't see the point. *shrugs* Oh well. She cooks vegetarian things, so she's all right in my book. The food network has a serious lack of vegetarian cooks. Boo.
edited at 2:27 p.m. No job at Borders. I called and was told that all the positions have been filled. Go figure. *deflates*
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