Wednesday, July 19, 2006
"I just want to turn you down I just want to turn you around I just want to misbehave I just want to be your slave You ain't got nothing I want, but...I want it all I just can't figure out...Nothin"
-The strokes:Barely legal
I wasn't going to update today. I mean it. I was going to just let today drop off the face of the blogger's earth....until i came across this:
"Things aren't especially tidy at the moment, and love in particular may be in a bit of a mess. Well, life's messy, and at least a mess is interesting. Do you really want to clean it up?"This unfortunately is my singles love horoscope for tomorrow and in response to it's rhetorical assed face question i say this: ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED DAILY HOROSCOPE WRITER PEOPLE? Ofcourse i want to clean up the mess which is my love life. GOD! Go. die. now.
There is nothing more pathetic than people who write horoscopes...except ofcourse the people who actually read them. Unfortunately I am one of those people.
I refuse to go in great detail about work. All i will say is that i am really trying hard and that I
want to do well. Soooo much so that's it's all kinds of ridiculous. Oh and I almost got locked in the storage room today.
Boys are a mystery to me. I can not stress that enough. I bet you heard when you were younger that boys tease you when they like you. Has anyone ever debunked this? Do we have proof that this is so? And if so...what does a boy's attempt to lock you in a storage room say about his feelings for you?
I dislike the fact that I strive off of peoples' affection for me. I want to be liked, but i guess so does everyone right?
I'll probably start on bar tomorrow, making drinks. This ofcourse worries me to no end. I have nothing but pity for the customers i will be serving tomorrow. Pity and compassion.
I wish I had something more juicy and exciting to tell you but nothing really seems all that thrilling enough to mention. I did some research on the whole going blonde thing and it's going to cost me my first born child or $120 from my piggy bank. Both of these things just so happen to not exist just yet but the latter seems more promising in all honesty.
Oh and...from a scale from one to ten(ten being the highest) on the poor me meter I say I'm at an 8.34 and a half.
First off why do guys like skinny blonde girls? Not that i'm interested in anyone right now but if i was why do they always like my tall, disgustingly thin, poorly educated friend?
I guess that sort of question answers itself really but still...it's so not cool.
I still think going blonde will solve all my problems.
I am such a fool when it comes to life.
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7:18 PM
