Mm

I feel creative today, but have no outlet in which to indulge in it (read: I left my Neo at home).

My new music teacher speaks like everything is a question? And she always touches my fingers, which pisses me off? I already miss Tiffany, like, alot?

I'm also in a spendy mood, but cannot cash my paycheque until tomorrow. Bleh.

I've put on some weight recently, and am teetering very close to the line that I have drawn for myself. I must correct this immediately, I find, or else I'll soon become the Blob and eat customers for sustenance.

I keep trying to wear my teethguard at night to stop me from grinding my teeth while I sleep, but in the morning, I either find it under my pillow or neatly placed in its case (closed up and all). The former I can understand, but why can't I remember doing the latter? It's so bizarre.

I wish I wasn't so mediocre. But then, I lack any real ambition to correct that, so I suppose it's my lot in life.

Mm

I feel creative today, but have no outlet in which to indulge in it (read: I left my Neo at home).

My new music teacher speaks like everything is a question? And she always touches my fingers, which pisses me off? I already miss Tiffany, like, alot?

I'm also in a spendy mood, but cannot cash my paycheque until tomorrow. Bleh.

I've put on some weight recently, and am teetering very close to the line that I have drawn for myself. I must correct this immediately, I find, or else I'll soon become the Blob and eat customers for sustenance.

I keep trying to wear my teethguard at night to stop me from grinding my teeth while I sleep, but in the morning, I either find it under my pillow or neatly placed in its case (closed up and all). The former I can understand, but why can't I remember doing the latter? It's so bizarre.

I wish I wasn't so mediocre. But then, I lack any real ambition to correct that, so I suppose it's my lot in life.

Why some people should stop at one child

Listen up, people. Your kids are not you. No matter how many times you send a line of your children in here, they are not you. Also note that equipping them with your ID also does not make them you.

There's this stupid (invisible) woman that keeps sending in her prepubescent sons to pick up a parcel that isn't even here yet. The first time, I told the first son that it wasn't here yet, and that his mother needed to come in with her photo ID and proof of residence (and not a debit card and library card that the kid provided).

You can imagine my annoyance when a second son came in and tried to pull the same bullshit. I told him, a little bit more impatiently, that, again, the parcel isn't here yet and the mother needs to come in with photo ID and proof of residence.

I swear to Frigg, if another fucking son comes in and tries to pick up this parcel, I'm going to tell him to go to hell or go buy his mother some brains. Jesus Christ.

On a side note, tea biscuits dunked in coffee is love.

Why some people should stop at one child

Listen up, people. Your kids are not you. No matter how many times you send a line of your children in here, they are not you. Also note that equipping them with your ID also does not make them you.

There's this stupid (invisible) woman that keeps sending in her prepubescent sons to pick up a parcel that isn't even here yet. The first time, I told the first son that it wasn't here yet, and that his mother needed to come in with her photo ID and proof of residence (and not a debit card and library card that the kid provided).

You can imagine my annoyance when a second son came in and tried to pull the same bullshit. I told him, a little bit more impatiently, that, again, the parcel isn't here yet and the mother needs to come in with photo ID and proof of residence.

I swear to Frigg, if another fucking son comes in and tries to pick up this parcel, I'm going to tell him to go to hell or go buy his mother some brains. Jesus Christ.

On a side note, tea biscuits dunked in coffee is love.

Wow

Amidst the torrents of thunderstorms, tornadoes, and green skies, all we got was a charred piece of tree that fell upon our empty driveway.

No shitting. We got so scared we hid in the basement with eachother and our animals. We didn't even HEAR the lightning strike the tree. Weird.

Now I have a pressure headache from the barometric...pressure. Actually, I feel really weird, all sick and hot and nauseas...

On the plus side, I managed to hack my Windows program and finally get a product key. I now have a workable Microsoft Word! Yay!

I can't move from the basement. I'm too lazy.

Wow

Amidst the torrents of thunderstorms, tornadoes, and green skies, all we got was a charred piece of tree that fell upon our empty driveway.

No shitting. We got so scared we hid in the basement with eachother and our animals. We didn't even HEAR the lightning strike the tree. Weird.

Now I have a pressure headache from the barometric...pressure. Actually, I feel really weird, all sick and hot and nauseas...

On the plus side, I managed to hack my Windows program and finally get a product key. I now have a workable Microsoft Word! Yay!

I can't move from the basement. I'm too lazy.