June 30, 2002 :: 12:36 p.m.
once I had an entire leaf embedded in my tail
Erg. This has been a sad and sorry day thus far. I've been up for 36 minutes. My breakfast consisted of a bowl of Kashi Medley and a slice of boston creme pie.
And to think, I wonder why I'm fat sometimes.
Too bad the pie was gross. Not quality at all. I'd rather have had a donut. Or a lot of other things, for that matter. Things like some cantaloupe or yogurt or doritos. Because you know, fruit, yogurt, and cheezy snack foods all belong to the same section of the food pyramid.
Curse my dad for bringing home that pie. Curse him! I feel like I'm going to be sick.
I've watched 5 episodes of Buffy so far. It was a delightful time. For some reason, the quality of this DVD seems worse than the first season. As in the way it looks, I mean, not the actual content of the season. I don't know why. I could be delusional or something. It's possible.
My mom's vacuuming and it's scaring the cats. Except for Rufus. He's not afraid of the vacuum, somehow. He's the only cat I've seen who isn't. Maybe it's all the testosterone surging through his little cat body. But now that he's been vasectomied (I think I just made that variation of "vasectomy" up), I'm not sure how all his boy chemicals are. Probably still surging. He is rather vicious, after all. I tried to pet him last night and he latched onto my hand like it was a lamb chop.
I think I might hang out with Joe tonight and watch some more Buffy. I'm going to visit Adam at work around 5:30, so I'll probably just hop over to Joe's after that. Hopefully I'll have my own car by then; it's in Grantville, and my mom keeps saying that we need to go get it. We can go get it today. I'm not busy.
Tomorrow is Monday. I work 10-6:30, which sort of blows considering that I work 6-2:30 on Tuesday, but that's not that point. Monday is good because it starts Adam's house-and-dog-sitting duties, which in turn starts out two weeks of rampant sex. Heh. I'm excited. And my parents are going away from the 6th to the 13th, so it's just empty house time all over the place.
Hmm. I'm going to shower, I think. I feel kind of gross. I'll write later.
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