Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Big News

I got engaged on Saturday!

Friday, May 27, 2005

Today is Friday

I went to bed at 7pm last night.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

My Sweater is Soft

Adam made me a meal last night that was as good as sex.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Yup

There is goes.

I Saw A Show Last Night

I have a friend who is a total rock star.

I woke up late because the music was on really low.

I feel like I could actually get something done today, but that will leave me in a few hours.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I Go Home Now

I beleive that my shirt may be a bit too tight.

I Have Color Paperclips

I am a mess sometimes. Wait, all the time.

Monday, May 23, 2005

I have strange cuts all over my legs, and not from shaving

I am all over this thing today.

I think it just hit me, things don't really change. I would go into it, but I really don't feel like it. I really don't feel like being clever either.

I really like sleeping on my couch. Maybe I miss having my own bed or something, but that couch is my favorite. Also Vibes, the best movie ever. It is so good. I could watch it over and over and over again.

Is it time to move yet? I really feel like some change. It's like in 2nd grade when I hated my room so I packed a few cans of corn and the bread and went to move somewhere better. Too bad I got tired and stopped at the gas station about a half a mile away or else I totally would have been somewhere cool. Man, I wish I were somewhere cool. Isn't time from my parents to tell me we're moving again? Isn't time for me to be the new kid again and everyone doesn't know my every god damn flaw.

Thats right, I just made this freakin' blog uninteresting and stupid.

Damn Wells Fargo

It stole $160.00 from me.

Oh By The Way

Oh, by the way, I didn't forget you blog.

Its May and its Hot

I lie all the time. I can count on my fingers how many totally untrue statements I made this weekend. Of course, none of them were lies that actually mean anything, just little ones. For example, I said "I don't like listening to people's problems." That actually is untrue. I love to listen to other people's problems because it means they are just as fucked up as I am.

I am turning into my five year old self.

I just wish I had juicier things to lie about.