My thighs hurt.
Harry Potter 7 coming in July.
Sweet.
It's super cold out.
And it's going to get colder
My psycho neighbor called to complain that I was doing laundry late last night.
Too bad I haven't done laundry in days.
Oh and rumor has it a couple of days ago we got into a fist fight.
WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO, GO COLTS!!!
I need for the bars/clubs to stay open a little later after the SuperBowl win.
Sucky ol' Indianapolis.
I dreamed I was 3-4 weeks pregnant last night. It was a sigh of relief when I woke up and realized that it was just a dream.
It did take me awhile to realize it was just a dream.
When I DO get emails from my dad it's hilarious when he ends them with his relationship status (ie. "still no girlfriend, but I'm doing fine"). Sure dad okay.
I really can't deal with this cold.
I don't like people.
Just because I don't speak spanish or german or tagalog doesn't mean I won't recognize it when written.
Idiot. Leave me alone.
Stupid MySpace.
I passed up Qdoba today.
I blame it on the cold and not wanting to go out in the cold.
The cold is making me bitter.
At least that's my story.
My eye hurts. I thought it was my eyelid, then I looked closer...it was my eye...all red. Stupid eye.
I feel the need to be held.
A big hug would be nice as well.
Atlanta in less than two weeks.
Oh yeah.
I'm afraid to call the clinic and and make an appointment to get checked out for depression.
I don't want them to tell me what I think I already know.
I REALLY REALLY want to cut my hair.
But I won't.
It's snowing. I am not an unhappy camper.
Coffee cups do not belong in the bathroom.
Finally.
I got off early and still ended up catching the bus that I would've have caught had I stayed the extra half hour at work.
This is why I hate the snow.
My toes are froze standing outside for an hour and a half for the effin' bus.
I wish I had a warm body of the male persuasion to cuddle with me.
A massage would be nice too.
I got mucho stress in my shoulders.
It's 10:30, I think I should warm up some dinner and eat.
I really don't wanna.
Why are my neighbors so effin' noisy.
Just another reason I need to move.
AAAAAARRRRRGGH...I really hate trying to decide what to wear to work.
Did I mention that I don't like the cold? Let me say it again:
I DON'T LIKE THE COLD!!!
Can you believe I used to go to preschool/kindergarten at 38 below?
Crazy right? That's what happens when you live in Alaska.
I still don't like the cold.
Eight days until V-Day. Bleh.
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