callie

bob denver is dead.

school wasn't so bad with the exception of the earliness and parking.

vicious took me for a bit of a spill yesterday. i took him out right before i went to work yesterday, and as i opened the gate into my backyard, he saw a squirrel and split, leaving me on the ground. on my way down, my shirt managed to catch the gate latch. by the time i realized what had happened, i looked at my shirt, and there was a gaping hole right above my right boob area, and my bra strap was hanging out of the hole. so i was like "oh, fuck." and was almost late for work, because that was pretty much my last work-worthy bra.

i ended up having to buy textbooks this tri. $263 for three books. retarded.

i miss my charleston friends big time. if my roommates would hurry up and pay me back, i could afford a plane ticket to visit them. combined, my roommates owe me over $800. one hasn't even paid me in full for last month's rent. lame, i know. and she's the one allegedly making $13.50/hour...so $570/month should not be a problem. i only make...well...way less than that, and i can make rent with plenty left over.

alright, the rant is over.