Nothing like a nap at noon that lasts 4 hours. 
Especially when you wanted to go see a movie around 3 so you could get the cheap matinee cost. No way am I paying $8.75 or whatever it's at now for tonight. Today is the start of my five day weekend. I slept, and now I'm on here. For a few minutes there, I couldn't really make sense of anything. I couldn't read english. I was going up and down my bookmarks, and I kept on forgetting which one said SG. Just look for the two lettered label? Apparently two letters is eight, is four, is eleven... I think I still need to go crawl back into the bed I crawled out of. Actually, it's time to go turn the stove in the family room on, and lay on the cot I set up there a few days ago. Nothing like camping out in the family room infront of a nice, warm fire. 
I am so hungry. For lunch, I had four bagels, and celery with peanut butter, which I'm thinking about having again. Celery, fuck you. Why are you so good? And then so mean a few hours later? That's just irritating. Anyway, I suppose I'm ready my for snack which will consist of some things that could make up an entire meal.
But it won't be.
For some reason, during yesterday/last night, my boobs thought it would be very hilarious if they got smaller. Not alot, but enough that I'd notice I wasn't fillng out my bra comfortably. Unfortunately, I haven't had smaller sizes in a long time, so it's felt like I've been wearing these huge cups; quite irritating, I must say. I'm not exactly appreciating this because bras are fucking expensive. I'm not about to go out and buy a new one. Not a one.
That is how uneventful today has been. I have already run out of shenanigans. I want my debit card so I can go shopping, that's why I have it, but the funny thing is, is that I have no idea how to even use a credit card.
I guess I'll buy things online and hope they're the right things.. I can be stupid. Or I'll pay with paper. The only way I know how. Defeating the purpose of getting a debit card. 
Especially when you wanted to go see a movie around 3 so you could get the cheap matinee cost. No way am I paying $8.75 or whatever it's at now for tonight. Today is the start of my five day weekend. I slept, and now I'm on here. For a few minutes there, I couldn't really make sense of anything. I couldn't read english. I was going up and down my bookmarks, and I kept on forgetting which one said SG. Just look for the two lettered label? Apparently two letters is eight, is four, is eleven... I think I still need to go crawl back into the bed I crawled out of. Actually, it's time to go turn the stove in the family room on, and lay on the cot I set up there a few days ago. Nothing like camping out in the family room infront of a nice, warm fire.
I am so hungry. For lunch, I had four bagels, and celery with peanut butter, which I'm thinking about having again. Celery, fuck you. Why are you so good? And then so mean a few hours later? That's just irritating. Anyway, I suppose I'm ready my for snack which will consist of some things that could make up an entire meal.
But it won't be.
For some reason, during yesterday/last night, my boobs thought it would be very hilarious if they got smaller. Not alot, but enough that I'd notice I wasn't fillng out my bra comfortably. Unfortunately, I haven't had smaller sizes in a long time, so it's felt like I've been wearing these huge cups; quite irritating, I must say. I'm not exactly appreciating this because bras are fucking expensive. I'm not about to go out and buy a new one. Not a one.
That is how uneventful today has been. I have already run out of shenanigans. I want my debit card so I can go shopping, that's why I have it, but the funny thing is, is that I have no idea how to even use a credit card.
I guess I'll buy things online and hope they're the right things.. I can be stupid. Or I'll pay with paper. The only way I know how. Defeating the purpose of getting a debit card. VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
Although, some woman in the crowd during our last show said I had a nice butt, then again I think she was trying to be cruel.
-Josh