November 22, 2001 :: 7:42 p.m.
bitching about bitching
listening to... some TV show.
Everybody Loves Raymond or something.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... warm.
I just put on a big sweater and I'm all warm and fuzzy now. It's nice. I love this sweater but it's way too big, and I have no idea how to alter it. I'd probably screw it up anyway, and that would make me sad. :( A sweater is a terrible thing to waste.
I'm waiting for Adam to pick me up, so I just thought I'd pop out a quick entry in the meantime.
Joe called me a while ago, to basically bitch about life and christmas and his job and everything. I love Joe to death - he's my best friend in the world and I'd do anything for him, but sometimes he just gets on my nerves. He's so melodramatic and he exaggerates everything. Don't get me wrong, a little bitching is fine. I'm all for bitching sometimes. But he's gone on and on about the same shit so many times that I really just wanted to tell him that I don't care anymore. I didn't, of course, because I do care... I just don't need to hear about it again.
Hmm. I bet a sound like the worst friend in the world, eh?
Time for me to go - I'll write more later.
-Amanda
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