April 13, 2002 :: 12:20 a.m.
adventures of the random twins
I was having a rather delightful night with Amanda, but suddenly I'm feeling less than stellar. Note to self: Don't think so fucking much.
Amanda and I went to Applebee's for dinner. I got this garlic herb chicken pasta thing (without the chicken, of course), which basically consisted of raw broccoli, lots of cauliflower (herpes), some zucchini, pasta, and this nasty "herb butter." It was no fun. I had it put in a takeout box for my mom, and ate some mashed potatoes for dinner. Because despite anything else, their mashed potatoes are heaven in a crock bowl. Had apple crisp for desert. Shouldn't have. I feel stuffed and disgusting. It's weird; I used to be able to do this. Eat. A lot. Especially junk food and desert items. I can't do it anymore. I mean, before we went to dinner I was starving. Famished. I would have eaten those starving Ethiopian children you see on TV. But once we were there, just the mashed potatoes made me ill. Note to self #2: Listen to your tummy. It knows best.
After Applebee's, we went to Wal-Mart to buy me headphones. However, Amanda lured me into the lingerie department and I ended up getting three pairs of underwear instead. But they're fun underwear. Oh, are they ever. One pair has even earned the title of The Best Underwear EVER. I must go back immediately and purchase more of that particular style. They're great. Not only do they make me look slimmer when viewed from the side (heh), but they also make me look like I have some semblance of a butt. Which is an amazing thing, really, because I have a pretty flat butt.
Also, Amanda bought the most recent Pink CD, which I burned and like way more than I expected to. Even better, I discovered this afternoon that my mom actually has a copy of Five for Fighting's America Town (!). I'm listening to it as I write this, through the headphones that Amanda let me borrow, and I. Am. In. Love. You have no idea how much sex I would have with this CD if I could. Heh... how's that for expressing your admiration and enjoyment?
Mer. So yeah, it was a good night. And I get to see Adam tomorrow, hopefully. The first thing I do when I get my hands on him is... pluck him really hard for not calling me tonight and turning his cell phone off so that I couldn't call him. Fucker. Or who knows, maybe he did call. To my knowledge he didn't, but my family never tells me anything, so it's very possible that he did. Whatever. I'm still a bit irked, because I'm over-sensitive like that. And because my mind has a mind of its own, so as I sit here I'm thinking all sorts of terrible, upsetting things, imagining a myriad of unsettling scenarios. Much like last night, while I was trying to get to sleep.
Sometimes I wish my brain had an off switch. Wait, scratch sometimes. All the fucking time.
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