highs and lows
[edit as of 11/16/06: BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]
and it was warm out, and I wore my warmongering hoodie and a shirt that says NO MERCY because I'm just a badass rebel like that (note: I am not) and my classes were tolerable for once and work (the non-library job; yes, I still have two) was quiet except my dumbass boss was being passive-aggressive about making me do my work instead of trying to figure out what classes to take next semester. the bastard! if you're only paying me $7.50 an hour to essentially RUN THE ENTIRE BUILDING while you're gone, you're going to have to let me do some fun shit when it's quiet.
I have a lot of stories about that guy but none of them are very interesting so we're done.
and after my classes it was still warm out and I drove home with the window down listening to the world's greatest mix tape that I made last summer, and a dog crossed the road in front of an SUV coming toward me but nobody hit it, and when I got home, I ate a delicious pear.
and tomorrow's Friday for me, and then I have a real weekend, Friday and Saturday. this is a fabulous thrill because I usually have school and/or work SEVEN DAYS A WEEK but magical forces aligned to give me a free Friday and a free Saturday. now watch as my slowly-engorging tonsils finally get uberinfected and take over the rest of my body in their annual celebration of Imperviousness To Penicillin.
oh, and my car's ready to be picked up from the shop. rainbows and motherfuckinggoddamn sunshine.
er, um, I mean, I hate you all, -stab stab stab-, existence is torture and I paint my nails black to prove it.
[edit as of 11/16/06: BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]
and it was warm out, and I wore my warmongering hoodie and a shirt that says NO MERCY because I'm just a badass rebel like that (note: I am not) and my classes were tolerable for once and work (the non-library job; yes, I still have two) was quiet except my dumbass boss was being passive-aggressive about making me do my work instead of trying to figure out what classes to take next semester. the bastard! if you're only paying me $7.50 an hour to essentially RUN THE ENTIRE BUILDING while you're gone, you're going to have to let me do some fun shit when it's quiet.
I have a lot of stories about that guy but none of them are very interesting so we're done.
and after my classes it was still warm out and I drove home with the window down listening to the world's greatest mix tape that I made last summer, and a dog crossed the road in front of an SUV coming toward me but nobody hit it, and when I got home, I ate a delicious pear.
and tomorrow's Friday for me, and then I have a real weekend, Friday and Saturday. this is a fabulous thrill because I usually have school and/or work SEVEN DAYS A WEEK but magical forces aligned to give me a free Friday and a free Saturday. now watch as my slowly-engorging tonsils finally get uberinfected and take over the rest of my body in their annual celebration of Imperviousness To Penicillin.
oh, and my car's ready to be picked up from the shop. rainbows and motherfuckinggoddamn sunshine.
er, um, I mean, I hate you all, -stab stab stab-, existence is torture and I paint my nails black to prove it.
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you'd think a little swap wouldn't require so much energy. i can always stop by your house on a weekend if you're still occasionally hangin around that joint.
blah blah. a drag show calls...
I only wish it had smoked mozzarella.
You're going to be level 9 any day now...