June 18, 2002 :: 12:21 a.m.
I'll eat paste if you put cyanide in it.
Ugh. There's a child in my bed. Charlie and Chloe are spending the night tonight, which means that I get exiled to the couch. Isn't that lovely? I've been kicked out of my own bed by a 5 year old. And the fact that there's rap of some sort emanating from Mason's room isn't really helping my mood, either. GRRR.
Adam and I went to see Scooby Doo, which was predictably sucktastic but still semi-entertaining. I don't know why I wanted to see it in the first place, really. Then we went to Barnes & Noble, but nothing in particular grabbed my attention (and they didn't have the first season of Buffy, which is what I really wanted), so we left. Went to Sal's - didn't find anything except for a shirt that would have made me wet my pants if it hadn't been a little girl's size 4 or something. So sad. We got dinner at Peppino's, then headed back to his house to watch The Pet Psychic. I want that lady to talk to my kitties. Maybe she can tell me why Gizmo's such a fruitcake.
I'm in quite a foul mood. Not bad, necessarily, just... icky. I'm kind of sad, but that's no biggie, I guess, since I'm always a bit down. A bunch of little annoyances getting to me, probably. I'm a very annoyable individual. Alas.
In other news, I was good today! About my eating and such, I mean. And it was fine. It wasn't hard at all. You know why? Because I wasn't at work, that's why. Damn the bagel shop and its infernal pastry case straight to the sizzling depths of HELL! Hopefully this trend will continue through tomorrow, and the next day, and on and on until I'm not such a fat girl anymore. Because, you know, that would just rock.
*yawns* All right, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. On the couch. Blah. 'Night.
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