You mean...people actually read this?
Well, that's what Tyler told me. That's cool. The party last night was FUCKING AWESOME! Inasmuch as it was just me and some of what I consider to be my closest friends sitting around a fire, drinking, laughing, talking, and roasting weenies. It was good, clean fun. I wasn't wearing pants. That's right, kiddies, I frollicked in Tyler's mosquito-ridden back yard in my new spaghetti strap and my new panties. Because I was protected from the chill and bugs by my Hello Kitty Blanket of Love, and occasionally I would just stand by the fire to warm up. It was great. Then I crashed on the couch.
This morning we took Grace to the vet...Mom wasn't happy, because she had to get Grace into a box by herself and Grace attacked her. So while I waited with the box in the vet's office, Mom went and bought a proper cat carrier. It's swell.
On the way home, we went for McDonald's breakfast. I haven't had it in ages, so YUM!
And now I am planning cool shit for next week...
And, I have decided (now that I know people are reading this thing) that I am going to be more upbeat and happy. I mean...not because I want to put on a show for my friends, but I just, like being happy, and life is too short to really be too sad about anything. And I want all my friends to know that I am happy and life is good! Wooooooot! I'm still a little bummed about...certain things...but I'm going to be positive about it, and hope for the best. So, in short, nothing can get me down! OPTOMISM, POWER UP!
Musical Quote of the Day
"Goddamn my bloody ass..."
-I don't know Title: I don't know, but I'm going to call it the "Bleeding Anus" song. It was played at the party last night. I was both astonished and hysterical laughing. It was FUCKING AWESOME!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Tainted
Thirteen minutes of my life have been destroyed.
Covered in the blood of a thousand innocents. Thirteen horrible minutes that Satan himself created and bestowed upon me. Thirteen minutes of agony, thirteen minutes that I will never get back. I rue them, they burn my soul. I cannot forget the horror I witnessed, those thirteen minutes of death. Two demons that raped my mind and ripped my heart into a million stinging pieces. Blood and fire rained from the sky and seared my eyes. My skin has turned to acid, my soul has turned blacker than the night...
That's right. I watched thirteen minutes of the Simple Life.
I wish I was dead.
In other news, I worked on my tan today...
Yup, my life is so boring.
I want July to be over, and yet I want it to last forever. I have a dream of August that I both desire and fear.
Anyway, I'm done being angsty now. I need to go and do chores. I think....I already cleaned the kitchen, but I suppose the living room could do with a clean. Whatever.
I totally just realized that I am typing and looking at the screen, not at the keyboard. This is big news! When I first started typing as a youngster, I was a finger tapper...you know. Look for key, hit key with one finger, look for next key, hit key with one finger, and so on. This method always took forever. Soon I could type with more than one finger, but I had to be looking at the board, occasionally glancing up at the screen. But now I can type suitably fast while looking at the words and not my fingers. Yay for me! Seriously, guys, that is how lame my life is. I'm thrilled that I can type properly. Oy vey, I need a life.
By the way, "typewriter" is the longest word you can type along the top row of the keyboard. Awesome core.
Sigh.
Gracie is in serious heat...like, it is unbearable. I know she can't control it, but she keeps going "WAOWWAOWWAAAAAOOOOWAWAOW" and presenting to various family members and household furniture. She's getting spayed next week. Thank God.
Musical Quote of the Day
"The sky has fallen now
The earth is dry and torn
I know you're tired from the violence of the storm
I love you
I love you
But you are all I know
Forgive me"
-October Project Title: Ariel
Thirteen minutes of my life have been destroyed.
Covered in the blood of a thousand innocents. Thirteen horrible minutes that Satan himself created and bestowed upon me. Thirteen minutes of agony, thirteen minutes that I will never get back. I rue them, they burn my soul. I cannot forget the horror I witnessed, those thirteen minutes of death. Two demons that raped my mind and ripped my heart into a million stinging pieces. Blood and fire rained from the sky and seared my eyes. My skin has turned to acid, my soul has turned blacker than the night...
That's right. I watched thirteen minutes of the Simple Life.
I wish I was dead.
In other news, I worked on my tan today...
Yup, my life is so boring.
I want July to be over, and yet I want it to last forever. I have a dream of August that I both desire and fear.
Anyway, I'm done being angsty now. I need to go and do chores. I think....I already cleaned the kitchen, but I suppose the living room could do with a clean. Whatever.
I totally just realized that I am typing and looking at the screen, not at the keyboard. This is big news! When I first started typing as a youngster, I was a finger tapper...you know. Look for key, hit key with one finger, look for next key, hit key with one finger, and so on. This method always took forever. Soon I could type with more than one finger, but I had to be looking at the board, occasionally glancing up at the screen. But now I can type suitably fast while looking at the words and not my fingers. Yay for me! Seriously, guys, that is how lame my life is. I'm thrilled that I can type properly. Oy vey, I need a life.
By the way, "typewriter" is the longest word you can type along the top row of the keyboard. Awesome core.
Sigh.
Gracie is in serious heat...like, it is unbearable. I know she can't control it, but she keeps going "WAOWWAOWWAAAAAOOOOWAWAOW" and presenting to various family members and household furniture. She's getting spayed next week. Thank God.
Musical Quote of the Day
"The sky has fallen now
The earth is dry and torn
I know you're tired from the violence of the storm
I love you
I love you
But you are all I know
Forgive me"
-October Project Title: Ariel
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Cat Attack...
All three cats got in a major scratching hissing poofy-tail running around the house growling face off today...it was frightening. It's cause Grace is in heat. Gots to get her spayed.
I am tired.
And NO! Not after last year! No fuckin' way! Screw it!
Guys, National Treasure is a good movie.
All three cats got in a major scratching hissing poofy-tail running around the house growling face off today...it was frightening. It's cause Grace is in heat. Gots to get her spayed.
I am tired.
And NO! Not after last year! No fuckin' way! Screw it!
Guys, National Treasure is a good movie.
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