moya

I came home from work, ate, and went to bed after burning my ass off infront of the stove. Before I continue on, do you know how many spelling errors I had in that first sentence alone? This journal I will definately have to proofread. Anyway, my mother and I do this thing where we stand infront of the stove for a long, long time, until we think we're going to start on fire. Then we quick as hell run over to the couch and sit down, where our hot clothing burns our skin on contact. For about 5-10 seconds afterwards, you can watch us picking ourselves up because our asses are too hot. Repeat. Apparently this looks really fricken hilarious.

So..sleeping. I would have pulled an all nighter and not gotten up, but as soon as my bedroom light was turned off, I woke up. Probably that very second. Still haven't made my bed, so for the past 2 nights, I've slept in my quilt (and the same clothes ), folded over so it makes like a sleeping bag, with blankets on top. I miss being able to jump and slide into bed and scratch around while I stretch, but since I'm still on my mattress, I can't. Does anyone else really hate the way a plain mattress feels? I do. I can't touch it, or I just get all wierded out. You can imagine how hard it is to fall asleep with one arm under the pillow where the blanket I'm lying on doesn't reach. Oh, why do I have these odd habits?

I haven't been able to play Pharaoh yet today, and I don't think I'll get to it tonight. I for sure have tomorrow off, so I can get my ass working on my essay, or maybe I'll get distracted and build a pyramid or two for 14 hours again..

What else, what else.. My boss is really going to dislike me this month. I'm taking 3 fridays off, and one entire weekend. I deserve it for all the shit I put up with, and I haven't had a weekend since the middle of January. I'd like one atleast once a month. Or maybe a dollar raise. Or both. *Keeps wishing*

I was almost mooned at work today. Rhonda bent over and tried to pull her pants down over her ass, but they wouldn't budge, and so we both laughed our asses off, one at each end of the building. Might I mention I love joking around with someone, and no one else knows what the hell is going on.
I'd also feel it my duty to apologize to whichever customers accidentally got a glimpse. "That ass was not meant for you."

Some thing I need to work on is my use of I's. I use them too much, see?! They begin most of my paragraphs, they occupy the majority of them.. Me, me, me, I, I, I..should learn more vocabulary. I could use it.