So, last night I went to bed at around 11. That’s not really that early for a normal person, but for me, that’s unheard of. I like to kill myself by staying up too late and then getting up plenty early. But I think we’ll all agree that 4:30 is just way too early. That’s right, I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 4:30. Have not been able to go back to sleep. It truly does suck to be me.
Current mood: frustrated
I really don’t like it when on a specific day, people at work feel the need to tell me that I look good, when they’re not in the habit otherwise. Do I look like crap normally? Probably. Especially by office work, ad agency standards, I’m not the keenest dresser. I’m not really holding myself up to that aesthetic, so whatever. So what brings about the random admiration of my wardrobe in the work place? That’s right, you guessed it, it’s laundry day. Awesome. My bottom of the barrel, last resort outfit actually looks better than my favorite. I’d rather be wearing a hoodie, folks. Oh well, what are you going to do?
Current mood: apathetic
“You always bring others happiness.” (in bed) he he
Current mood: amused
You know who you are! You’re that person that keeps leaving magazines next to the toilet at work. I don’t normally go in there to do anything that would take the amount of time required to read a whole article. But there it is. Open even. And it’s crap. It’s always People or Entertainment Weekly. Some garbage I don’t need to be reading when I don’t need to be reading. It’s just so darn distracting, though. So there I am, reading about Jennifer Aniston’s vacation with Courtney Cox, while my co-workers wait their turns, and I’m sure they think I’m doing something I’m not. And then suddenly I realize, I’m supposed to be emailing Kyler (oh Kyler). I feel like an idiot, because who cares who Jude Law is sleeping with really, and why would that make me lose my sense of my surroundings? How is it that I so easily get pulled into sitting in that ugly orange bathroom, reading a magazine I would never feel the need to read in the real world, when I only need to be there for thirty seconds tops? At least at my hair dude’s salon, there’s time to finish a trashy article. I don’t understand. I just don’t understand.
Current mood: nerdy
the worst alfredo pesto sauce I’ve ever had, but it’s okay. It’s okay, because it’s not bad as far as taste goes, only as a pesto. It’s more like some sauce with parsley. Doesn’t it have to have more than just parsley to be called pesto? I’m starving, though, so I guess it’s all good.
Current mood: hungry
Why it says I’m in a nauseated mood on the last post with the Go Jimmy Go show. The two things are completely unrelated. How could I be nauseated thinking about my favorite band/best friends coming back into town and playing what will probably be one of the best shows of my life with local greatness, The Uptones and The Struts? It’s impossible. It’s just that I was at work today, and having continued my pattern of sleep, or not sleeping actually, I was feeling pretty assy. So, of course, I’m giddy as all hell that GJG is going to be in town shortly. Also, despite the sleep I didn’t get, it was a great weekend. A little Warsaw, a little King Django (who is nice as hell in addition to rocking), and some quality time with a sniper at a Denny’s in Vacaville. It just doesn’t get any better than that, truly. I came home from work today and crashed hard, though. Slept two hours, and hopefully in a couple more hours, I’ll go back to bed and sleep very well through the night. So, in order to maintain good kharma, but more so because I love you all so much, I want to wish you all the sweetest dreams.
Current Mood – Chipper
Playlist –Playtime
By: David Hillyard & the Rocksteady Seven
Release date: 30 March, 1999
Why did I let them talk me into staying out so late? WHY?
Oh Kyler from MSN. Oh how stupid you are. Oh how you drive me crazy. Do you not read my email before you reply? Do you not think before you reply? Do you not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? Oh how I loathe to work with you, oh Kyler of MSN. How you aggravate me. Oh, woe is me.
Hello gentle readers,
I hope you all have a very good weekend. I don’t know that I have any plans, myself. Since I’m not feeling sick anymore, the sky is the limit.
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