Damn... the internet is such a waste of my time. Why I feel the pull to get on every five minutes is beyond me, completely. I was going to delete lots of people off my friends list that I don't know, but then I was like, "ehh...fuck it." Oh SHIT. I just remembered the guinea pigs had to be hidden today for the exterminator guys to come. Shit...hope they don't narc. Narcs should die.
We have officially run out of toilet paper. I'm waiting for rigormortis to come home from some college bullshit group essay so we can go to the grocery and buy some necessities, like food, for instance. Sometimes I hear weird things in this apartment. Like...shit moving around, like there's an animal loose but every time I turn around it's gone and scurried off. I saw one of the most horribly placed nostril piercings that's ever exsisted on campus today. Oh dear GOD was it awful.
I wonder if I would be more satisfied in life if I could crack all of my knuckles. Only a few of them do, sometimes more than others, but never do ALL of them crack when pressed. I can usually get my back to crack pretty well...wrists too. And my knees always crack when I crouch down. Crouch. Like Lara Croft, crouch. Dig it. I'm going to a tattoo convention in St. Louis this weekend. I think it will rock, and solidly so. I got my winged naked slut finished the other day. I could post a picture of her absolute majesty, but I don't think I will. I don't think I feel like it. I think I'd rather do something else.
Like fuck. Hahah! Caught myself off guard there. Sometimes I even surprise myself. What the fuck. Somebody please tell me why my computer speakers will not work. WHY. Oh dude I went to fucking Wendy's birthday party the other day. Like five hours late. I gave her some very small condoms that I made out of a latex glove at work. She liked them alot. That makes me happy. She also came in and got her tattoo colored in a little bit. Can you believe we live in the same motherfucking town? Really, can you? We're like...the hottest bitches I know. Totally. I could go on for hours, you know, I really could.
We have officially run out of toilet paper. I'm waiting for rigormortis to come home from some college bullshit group essay so we can go to the grocery and buy some necessities, like food, for instance. Sometimes I hear weird things in this apartment. Like...shit moving around, like there's an animal loose but every time I turn around it's gone and scurried off. I saw one of the most horribly placed nostril piercings that's ever exsisted on campus today. Oh dear GOD was it awful.
I wonder if I would be more satisfied in life if I could crack all of my knuckles. Only a few of them do, sometimes more than others, but never do ALL of them crack when pressed. I can usually get my back to crack pretty well...wrists too. And my knees always crack when I crouch down. Crouch. Like Lara Croft, crouch. Dig it. I'm going to a tattoo convention in St. Louis this weekend. I think it will rock, and solidly so. I got my winged naked slut finished the other day. I could post a picture of her absolute majesty, but I don't think I will. I don't think I feel like it. I think I'd rather do something else.
Like fuck. Hahah! Caught myself off guard there. Sometimes I even surprise myself. What the fuck. Somebody please tell me why my computer speakers will not work. WHY. Oh dude I went to fucking Wendy's birthday party the other day. Like five hours late. I gave her some very small condoms that I made out of a latex glove at work. She liked them alot. That makes me happy. She also came in and got her tattoo colored in a little bit. Can you believe we live in the same motherfucking town? Really, can you? We're like...the hottest bitches I know. Totally. I could go on for hours, you know, I really could.
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i want to go to the convention next time. i want to see hot boys, i do.