June 28, 2002 :: 10:22 p.m.
forget anti-depressants, just go fuck someone!
Wow. I'm really bored. I finished the book that Adam let me borrow yesterday, so I don't have that distraction. Mason and Justin came home two seconds after I stuck the first disk of Buffy into the DVD player. Grr. Figures.
The little bird is still alive, still balled up in his little box, and I still don't know what to do with him. Alas. I'm very much at a loss.
Iron Chef is on right now, but I can't watch it. *pouts* I really need to get a TV. I don't know why I ever got rid of mine... oh, probably because I never watched it? Yeah. But there are some things that I do want to watch, like Iron Chef and The Simpsons and The Pet Psychic and goddamn Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I'm really irritated that I have the second season and can't watch it, could you tell?). Argh. Earlier, I contemplated making muffins (finally), but our oven is on the fritz again. Stupid heat box. Do your job!
On a lighter note, this is some funny stuff. Go, my friends, read and laugh about the Prozac-esque sperm. Then use your newfound knowledge of happy tadpoles and tell me how in god's name I can keep so much shit around and not have a single spiral notebook. It's absolutely impossible, I tell you! I have stacks and stacks of magazine from years ago, clothes I bought at Sal's and wore just once or not at all, millions of pens, gift bags from last year's birthday and christmas presents, approximately 73 bottlecaps, scraps of paper that tell me when I worked three weeks ago, and on and on and on... and among all this, I don't have a notebook. I have a lot of journals from when I was 12 or so, but a freakin' blank notebook? Naaah. Of course not. Why would I have one of those laying around? It's not nearly as useful as the plastic bags or the empty CD cases.
I mean, those are the important things.
back & forth
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