i hate this fucked up sleep schedule that is eating away at me. hate it so very much.
in other news, jetta is leaving on wednesday for intercession after she finishes her finals. ::le sigh:: at least we went to yenchings tonight. mmmmmmscallion pancakes…
::yum::
it’s so cool how we walk in there and the waitress is like ‘same order?’ and sits us and takes our order without even having us look at a menu. cuz we always get the same thing. it’s so cool having a usual, and how they totally let us be insane and whatnot in the way that only jetta and i are. i swears we have to sound like complete fucking mental patients, but it’s awesome.
teh super awesome!!!
heh.
oh and we’re our own version of ghetto hobbits now…cuz we’re so totally ghetto fabulous. it’s something that insomnia driven conversations have managed to produce. just like moZAMbique and zimBABwe and FESTIVE KNICKERS and all the other things that are really a language wholly and entirely our own. like the fact that there is no hoeweoe. (read: hoeweoe = hope, we = teh special) and what with the 2nd desserts, like so many 2nd breakfasts. heh. just like merry & pippin. only we’re pimpin’ (me) and murda (jetta), w00t!
::dork::
there is much more than could ever be explained.
IT CANNOT BE CONTAINED!!!!
