"Don't wait for people to be kind, show them how."
I like it when people smile. I like it when people are friendly and courteous, and not because they have to be, but because it's how they are.
I don't like it when I go into a store and get sub par service from the old lady at the counter, who was just smiling and chit-chatting with the customer in front of me but who doesn't even offer a response (or eye contact for that matter) to my "Hi, how are you?" as if I'm some subhuman freak of nature.
Went out with an old friend yesterday. She spotted me at the gym and suggested we - her, her brother's girlfriend, and I - go out and do something. It ended up being less-than-ideal, and I'm pretty sure I only did it to avoid the awkwardness of saying 'no, I don't want to hang out with you today' to someone who used to be my best friend...but I ended up with the awkwardness of 'you used to be my best friend, but we havn't talked for months and now I'm hanging out with you and your brothers girlfriend and no one knows what to say, so no one's saying anything.'
Add to that the fact that I was dressed like a freakish whore, and the whole thing was pretty messy. It ended over pancakes sometime around 6, and I don't think I'll be doing that again. Ever.
Sometimes, I forget why it is that I don't talk to people I used to be friends with anymore...
I would like some new friends, because...I don't have any.
Moving on:
I made cookies yesterday. I was supposed to do it monday, but forgot, and I was supposed to bring them to Brian666's house last night so that he could bring them to practice tonight for Drumzilla and the rest of the fucktards over there. But, being as I'm the biggest fucktard of them all...I forgot them on the kitchen counter, and by the time friday rolls around and I go back to Brian666's they'll be stale and yuck-o, if not gone. So, it looks like I'll be making more cookies before friday. Bleh.
It's too hot to be baking!
I'd forgotten how boring being jobless was when you have no money and no one to hang out with all day...
So...I've spent the last few days cleaning like a madwoman. With any luck, my mother won't destroy things like usual.
Aparently, Drumzilla asked Brian666 out on a date to go see The Devil's Rejects on saturday. Since Brian666 is my boy, he's given me the privilege of tagging along. Go team tard-o's!
My poor tard is having a terrible time with his stupid skin condition. He's itchy nonstop, and he's itched all the fur off his rump and licked holes in his feet.
And might I add: Yar!
I like it when people smile. I like it when people are friendly and courteous, and not because they have to be, but because it's how they are.
I don't like it when I go into a store and get sub par service from the old lady at the counter, who was just smiling and chit-chatting with the customer in front of me but who doesn't even offer a response (or eye contact for that matter) to my "Hi, how are you?" as if I'm some subhuman freak of nature.
Went out with an old friend yesterday. She spotted me at the gym and suggested we - her, her brother's girlfriend, and I - go out and do something. It ended up being less-than-ideal, and I'm pretty sure I only did it to avoid the awkwardness of saying 'no, I don't want to hang out with you today' to someone who used to be my best friend...but I ended up with the awkwardness of 'you used to be my best friend, but we havn't talked for months and now I'm hanging out with you and your brothers girlfriend and no one knows what to say, so no one's saying anything.'
Add to that the fact that I was dressed like a freakish whore, and the whole thing was pretty messy. It ended over pancakes sometime around 6, and I don't think I'll be doing that again. Ever.
Sometimes, I forget why it is that I don't talk to people I used to be friends with anymore...
I would like some new friends, because...I don't have any.
Moving on:
I made cookies yesterday. I was supposed to do it monday, but forgot, and I was supposed to bring them to Brian666's house last night so that he could bring them to practice tonight for Drumzilla and the rest of the fucktards over there. But, being as I'm the biggest fucktard of them all...I forgot them on the kitchen counter, and by the time friday rolls around and I go back to Brian666's they'll be stale and yuck-o, if not gone. So, it looks like I'll be making more cookies before friday. Bleh.
It's too hot to be baking!
I'd forgotten how boring being jobless was when you have no money and no one to hang out with all day...
So...I've spent the last few days cleaning like a madwoman. With any luck, my mother won't destroy things like usual.
Aparently, Drumzilla asked Brian666 out on a date to go see The Devil's Rejects on saturday. Since Brian666 is my boy, he's given me the privilege of tagging along. Go team tard-o's!
My poor tard is having a terrible time with his stupid skin condition. He's itchy nonstop, and he's itched all the fur off his rump and licked holes in his feet.
And might I add: Yar!
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