May 03, 2004 :: 1:58 p.m.
fucking tongue ball
Okay. So I was sitting here a few minutes ago, eating some fat-free Pringles (mmm, diarrhea chips - except they don't actually do anything to me), when I bite down on something hard. Wtf? Lo and behold, it's the little clear cabochon thing from my tongue barbell. So, Grump Bear is no longer in my mouth. I'm sad about it, but not altogether surprised. The few times I've worn that kind of barbell, the stupid clear thing always came out after a week or so. This time it was more like 3 days, but... you know. I need to remember to stop buying them, no matter how cute they are. To stray from the stainless steel ball is obviously pointless and self-defeating.
It's really too bad, then, that those two things seem hard-wired into me. Hrm.
I drove through the neighborhood where my grandma (and for a while, I myself) used to live this morning to pick her up at the dentist. It was... odd. Everything was very familiar, but I still had no idea where I was going. But the house is still there, and the funeral home next door, and the little mom and pop convenience store across the street where the creepy old Italian owner used to make what seem in retrospect to be inappropriate comments whenever I'd go in. They turned the ice cream place directly across the street into a chicken place, though. Gross. Ice cream is much more universally appealing.
I also got gas while I was out. $1.79 per gallon - what the hell is that? That's fucking ridiculous. Note to the Universe: I? Am poor. Keep this in mind, please.
All right, well, it's back to eating dry cereal and dreading Drawing class. I'm going up to PCA&D tomorrow to register for classes, so there should be something to report, at least.
Ciao.
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