edeneye

My mother bought me a fucking cardigan. How cool is that?!

I am wearing it right now. I feel like Betty.

I woke up this morning at nine thirty, and immediately freaked out. I thought I was late for school, and Dan, for work.

It was really depressing.

I had a very nasty dream last night. Surprizingly, it was about Dan. I usually have sexual dreams about EVERYONE but Dan. Yes, even you. I'm sorry.

One dream even included a walrus. But I don't want to talk about that. It was a long time ago.

Today was pleasant at work, surprizingly. Everyone was there. Dustin and I talked about The Doom Generation and Nowhere. He got into a box.

Oh my god! I almost forgot. The Arm came into my work today. But he was regular-sized. And French. I wanted to laugh for him and clap. I contained myself.

Well, I must be off to some random restraunt to celebrate the worst holiday ever created besides Christmas. And I must pay for it. And I must tip some whore who won't even replenish my water.

Good evening, my humble audience. I hope you all die.