BLARGH!
pretend thats a metal pole and that lego person is brown
It is so awesome that I have celebrated a year car-less, but not decapitated see: June 2009 . And by "celebrated" I mean I crave driving harder than celebuwhores crave botox and pharm's, harder than smoker's crave nicotine with coffee and drinks and much, much harder than a fat kid craves cake.
Actually, mostly I miss road trips <sigh>
Who am I trying to kid? I miss driving to work even (and I loathe work!)
Hopefully I'll be picking up a truck real soon because drinking myself to death is getting boring and taking too long.
In other news, I'd like to be less narcissitic but it seems I will always be "the Dark Centre of the Universe" to some people. In fact, you'd think I was a cutthroat gold digger with a heart made out of the tears from the dudes she's swindled. Luckily, I only care what people think when I'm super fucking the hungoverest I've ever been in my life.
I guess the math equation here might be:
> the cuteness = > the hateness
or
> special = > fans in your anti-fanclub
Whatever. I'm not drunk but I have no idea what I'm talking about and I really need to go pick up the trash can and blue boxes from the curb.
I hope anyone reading this is having a great day with some elements of wonderful in it. Possibly some where with very pleasing weather conditions as well.
N.
pretend thats a metal pole and that lego person is brown
It is so awesome that I have celebrated a year car-less, but not decapitated see: June 2009 . And by "celebrated" I mean I crave driving harder than celebuwhores crave botox and pharm's, harder than smoker's crave nicotine with coffee and drinks and much, much harder than a fat kid craves cake.
Actually, mostly I miss road trips <sigh>
Who am I trying to kid? I miss driving to work even (and I loathe work!)
Hopefully I'll be picking up a truck real soon because drinking myself to death is getting boring and taking too long.
In other news, I'd like to be less narcissitic but it seems I will always be "the Dark Centre of the Universe" to some people. In fact, you'd think I was a cutthroat gold digger with a heart made out of the tears from the dudes she's swindled. Luckily, I only care what people think when I'm super fucking the hungoverest I've ever been in my life.
I guess the math equation here might be:
> the cuteness = > the hateness
or
> special = > fans in your anti-fanclub
Whatever. I'm not drunk but I have no idea what I'm talking about and I really need to go pick up the trash can and blue boxes from the curb.
I hope anyone reading this is having a great day with some elements of wonderful in it. Possibly some where with very pleasing weather conditions as well.
N.
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Maybe time you started to think opposite and be opposite and by this I mean, next time you do what you normally do, do the opposite whether it be a negative to positive action/thought or not. Then, get outside, get naked with a tall, tepid glass of water listen to some Roy Ayers or perhaps. Spin in a circle ten times counter clockwise and laugh at the ground. Then, eat some Jamaican Patties, no not that cheap, factory produced kind but the kind made by hand in a good West Indian restaurant or bakery.
Watch Top Secret and revel in your ability to pass gas out of either ends of your body.
Let me know how that works out.
Hugs and Kisses pretty lady!
Phant0mas.
PS your ass in them Spongebob pants is my June desktop image.