backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- what if he's writing the great american novel? i don't feel like talking about my problems anymore. they don't get better. it's just a rehashing. it's easier to ignore them. but just that will get me into a deeper hole. "self-fulfilling prophecy," she's right. bah! i'm tired. my fault, again. now that tv on the internet is available, i actually watch it. what if i don't want this? pedi cabs make $250 per day, and they work 3 nights per week. the roommie's friend does that for a living, and he has a college degree. she thinks it's lame, says she'd never do that, and the look on her face--she thinks he's ridiculous. i said, "what if he's...writing the next great american novel?" she shook her head. "no way," she said. but what if he was? would that make a difference? should it? no, it should not. why is it her business what his business is? he doesn't drive HER around! downsides to pedi cabbing: -i'm a girl, and i don't want to get raped upsides: -if i'm not mistaken, you're your own boss been watching too much how i met your mother. procrastinating. ruining my own life. why do we pull this shit on ourselves? really. i mean, come on. what the fuck? i dressed up for wine and weed last night. full makeup, too. new shower gel, new lip gloss, new razors for 'down there,' new hair clips, and my awesome paris blues jeans. way to make a chubby girl feel totally gorgeous, torrid. Did you know?! That the word 'totes' is being used on some celebrity blog in place of the world 'totally?' Did you care?! No, but I do, because that is redonkulous. Please. This is not "I Love You, Man." We can speak. With our mouths! Isn't that exciting?! Clearly it's 7:45 am and I haven't slept in OH AGES. 7:47 am - Tuesday, Apr. 21, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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