Saturday, August 12, 2006

What does it mean

when a man you are in no way, shape or form romatically involved has no problem peeing with you on the phone?

Am I a prude to have made him hang up? I dont believe men should have non-sexual body functions. In my mind men do not dogest food, burp, number 1 or number 2. And please dont burst my bubble. I love my fantasy. Marriage/Co-habitation is going to suck. Stink breath, unshowered days, and farts-in-bed. I should join a monastery NOW.

I am a dummy. I buy you expensive presents and give you way more than I can afford to give when I know there is nothing between us. Is it from a sense of gratitude that you were my knight is shining armor when I hadthe accident, or do I secretly home that someday there might sorta kinds one day in an itsy bitsy way you might feel a twinge of something more than friendship? or am I just one of those naive, moronic friends who believes that you would do it for me if the talbes were turned even after you didnt get me a christmas present and you forgot my birthday and spent a pretty penny on you.


I'm moving next week. I havent started packing. Im not excited. Im curious to see what life is going to be like, but Im not excited. Expect about a billion blogs the week after next after my 9 hour road trip and my first week of abject boredom before school starts.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Another day, another $16,000 dollars


Jesus be praised!!

Im happy. I have stuff to say, but it's 1:27pm and I havent showered. :grin:

Im off in under 2 weeks. I havent started packing. I am beggining to get excited.

Be back soon.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

As Always...

...I return to blogger when life is sucking royally.

Women can be so catty. You are jealous. It's natural. People feel that way when they feel like other people are encroaching on their territory. But did you have to be such a bitch about it? Absolutely unnecessary. I can't wait to move so I don't have to deal with your cattiness. Then you run around and front like "I just don't care about anything. Nothing is that serious".
Tell that to someone who buys your bullshit.

Ugh. I want to write in my code so bad, but I'm lazy. And I don't feel like having to translate in a year or so when I'm curious as to what I was on about.

Waiting, begging for a miracle. If I want to be out of here in the next three weeks I need everyone on their knees before God stressing Him out until He gets tired of hearing it and parts the Red Sea.
Its that serious.

I'm not going to panic. I'm going to sit here and be calm and deal with it when I wake up.


Why does life suck enormously each time? I could take a little suckiness at a time, not a cartload inbetween bouts of euphoria.

I'll live.