lulumae

Let's do this thing old-school LJ style.

Current Mood: No comment. On autopilot.
Current Music: Harry Belafonte "Shake Senora"

Just so very tired. I was going to come online and tell everyone my slightly amusing tale of DVD player woe which includes two (count them two) defective DVD players, three trips to Futureshop, and a very frustrated LuluMae- but I can't be bothered.

I can break this journal down into a cliffnotes version.

Crappy night at work last night, slept my morning/early afternoon away (what a waste- I hate sleeping in), drank coffee outside the coffeeshop until my feet were little icicles, waited in line at Futureshop.

And here I am. Woot.

Is that how you spell icicles? It looks weird.

I need a night off. I need pizza, and more coffee. I need to sit on the porch with my sister at our favorite cabin, drink poo-poos, smoke a couple ciggies, and then eat too much.

I need to hook up my new DVD player so I can watch Sex and The City.

XOX-L

"talking to myself all the way to the station
pictures in my head of the final destination
all lined up (all the ones that aren't allowed to stay)
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away

tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches
tried to overcome the complications and the catches
nothing ever grows and the sun doesn't shine all day
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away"