May 12, 2002 :: 3:12 p.m.
you want to put what up your ass?
Ice cubes up my ass.
Someone searched for that on Google, and guess what came up as the numero uno big kahuna result? This diary. My diary is the top result for "ice cubes up my ass." I'm stunned, really. Heh.
I'm also #1 for "perverts like me," but for some reason I don't find that as disturbing.
Anyway. I drove by Circuit City on my way to pick Mason up at work, and my car was sitting in the exact same spot that it was in yesterday afternoon. So either it's done and they put it back, or they haven't started it yet. It had better be the former or I will be severely pissed. I mean, they said it would be done around two this afternoon, and that they'd call. Have they called? No. They probably haven't fucking started working on it yet, because my luck tends to run that way. Argh.
I'm hungry. My mom needs to get home so that we can go get this Mother's Day dinner over with. What the hell am I supposed to eat at the Outback Steakhouse? Answer me that and I'll give you a prize. And don't say the bloomin' onion, either, because that thing has more calories in it than 15 Snickers bars. I'll probably end up with a baked potato and some broccoli, which is a shame because I could make that at home. Alas.
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