November 21, 2001 :: 1:51 p.m.
the dead are still horny
listening to... Poe,
Hello.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... gross.
I'm feeling gross because I haven't showered yet and the sweatshirt I'm wearing smells strangely like fish and I only have one sock on. So basically I need to shower and change and I'll be cool, but I don't feel like doing that right now. Instead, I feel like writing in here.
I looked at my layout on my dad's computer, which is set at a lower resolution than mine is, and it looks kind of foul. So now I've got it in my head that I should try to change it again, and make it something that looks good anywhere. Blah. I need something else to do.
I've come across three new Afterlife Factoids in tex and molly...:
Afterlife Factoid #4The dead are still horny.
Afterlife Factoid #5
You can still feed your head when you're dead.
Afterlife Factoid #6
Death's an absolute mind-scrambler.
I'm really loving this book.
I've been thinking about taking out my tongue and nose piercings. The tongue is kind of getting annoying, but I do like my nose... I don't know. It would be easier to get a job, you know? I'm sort of reluctant to take my nose out, though, because it's something that I'm proud of. I mean, I'm the biggest wuss on the face of the planet. I cry at the doctor's office when they try to give me a shot. It took me 18 years to get my ears pierced. So letting someone shove a big-ass needle through my nose is like the bravest thing I've ever done. If I take it out, I wouldn't do it again. It hurt like hell, and I don't deal well with pain so it made me really sick. But I'm still glad I did it. It makes me think that maybe there's some hope for my wimpy self after all. Meh. So we'll see. It would be kind of a relief to take this thing out of my mouth.
My scanner still won't work. It is making me want to hurl things at the wall. *kicks the offending scanner* Stupid piece of plastic crap.
Ahh, listening to Poe is making me think about the concert. *drools*
There's really no point to this. I don't know why I always have this compulsion to just write whatever. It amuses me. But now I think I'm going to go shower and things. I'm sure I'll write more later.
-Amanda
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