October 21, 2002 :: 9:50 a.m.
hola, rojo, 'morning to you
Mmm, Tori. I'm eagerly awaiting October 29th, when
Scarlet's Walk will be purchasable (even though I'm rather sure that's not a word). Too bad I won't be able to purchase it. That would require a little something called money that I do not have and most likely will not have for a long, long time. Which just blows, because I have things to do that require money. Like buy birth control pills and put gas in my car. And there's something that I want to do for Adam for our upcoming 2-year anniversary that I'll probably end up having to beg my mom to help me accomplish. That's so sad. Geh. Why won't anyone give me a job? Though actually, I am employed. I technically still work at Bagel Lovers, but I can't exactly take advantage of that while I'm here.
Le sigh. Enough about money, or more appropriately, my lack thereof. It's depressing.
Even more depressing, I think, is the fact that Emily managed to find Jerry Springer on TV at 9 o' clock in the morning. What. The. Fuck? Someone explain to me why Jerry Springer is on before noon, please, because... ew. Foul. Though I don't really even understand why Jerry Springer himself has been allowed to exist for so long. Oh, wait. Could it be because we Americans love our trash television, especially anything involving toothless hicks throwing chairs and shouting obscenities in front of a live audience while a large, burly man named Steve tried in vain to restrain their incredible rage? I'm thinking a very definite yes, unfortunately.
So... I'm broke, Jerry Springer nastiness... what else? Not too much. I'm tired as all hell and really just want to go to sleep, but alas. I must read and then go to class. Fun times, only not.
I'm write later.
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