three. fucking. hours. talkin’ to the roommate.
what the fuck, people?!
god…oh god…it was…
::sputter::
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three. fucking. hours. talkin’ to the roommate.
what the fuck, people?!
god…oh god…it was…
::sputter::
heh.
i redesigned. i finally got off my lazy ass (figuratively) and threw together a new blog layout. what y’all think about that, eh?
my living room has totally been revamped, my bedroom is well on its way to the new ’04 stylings, i’ve got plans for pineapple ’04 hair and much, much, more, ya heard! and it all is starting with my beautimous blog. i mean, i’m still ghetto fabulous and y’all fuckin’ know i’m not gonna give up my pac love…never ever. so, here it is. version 4.0, yo.
yeah, i have to tweak stuff and yeah about 100 things about it irritate me, but big fat hairy fuckin’ deal. i gots a new design!!! w00t!
…ever!
muah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! it was absolutely fabulous! that’s the greatest thing in the free world. fantabulous! really, president’s day off from work usually means i don’t get paid as much for the week and all that but you know what? fuck that!
i got my living room organized and whatnot. took a giant shot of nyquil at about 3 am and crashed the fuck out until mid afternoon.
it was beautiful. i fucking slept! more than three hours!!! w00t!!!!
nyquil is my hero!
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after the recommencing of rockstar drunk dialing (where he drunk dials me, not the other way around thank christ) i was not havin’ too good a VD, ya heard. i mean, for one thing this is the first VD in four years where i’ve been single. and then it really hit me.
i’m single.
::sigh::
i’m single and i have been for a long time now. i don’t know what to do anymore, i honestly don’t. i just can’t fucking deal anymore, ya know. i mean, the rockstar “cares” about me, he wants to talk to me, he likes talking to me, he misses talking to me when he don’t get a chance to, he says i’m the only person he can trust & i’m the only person he can count on…and then goes off all insane like.
it’s frustrating as all fuck.
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::growl::
pineapple is NOT a fan.
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i hate this fucked up sleep schedule that is eating away at me. hate it so very much.
three. fucking. hours. talkin’ to the roommate. what the fuck, people?! god…oh god…it was… ::sputter::
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heh. i redesigned. i finally got off my lazy ass (figuratively) and threw together a new blog layout. what y’all think about that, eh? my living room has totally been revamped, my bedroom is well on its way to the new ’04 stylings, i’ve got plans for pineapple ’04 hair and much, much, more, ya […]
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…ever! muah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! it was absolutely fabulous! that’s the greatest thing in the free world. fantabulous! really, president’s day off from work usually means i don’t get paid as much for the week and all that but you know what? fuck that! i got my living room organized and whatnot. took […]
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after the recommencing of rockstar drunk dialing (where he drunk dials me, not the other way around thank christ) i was not havin’ too good a VD, ya heard. i mean, for one thing this is the first VD in four years where i’ve been single. and then it really hit me. i’m single. ::sigh:: […]
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::growl:: pineapple is NOT a fan.
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friday the 13th edition, yo!
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i hate this fucked up sleep schedule that is eating away at me. hate it so very much.
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