sita

muhammad my friend
it's time to tell the world
we both know it was a girl
back in bethlehem

I know I would feel so much better about myself if I went to the gym on this sunny Sunday afternoon. Instead I am in extreme junk food mode. I am about to embark on a pig out fest involving 2 cans of Pabst, an It's It, white chocolate Reese's cups, Funnyuns, a cheese horn and dear goddess who knows what else.

I am really wanting to start getting new tat work done. I keep putting it off because it costs so damned much. I also want to get a branding. Maybe I can get a couple smaller pieces that I want before I finish my first piece and get started on the other bigger one I want.

Dilemma.. dilemma.

Some fuck just came in my flat telling me that he used to live here and the chair in my room is his and he wants to take it. LOL. I told him, well, sorry. That chair has been here since I've been here, so it's mine and you can't take it. And he goes on to say, "Well, I bought it a long time ago and your roommate Scott said I could use it." ::sigh:: Why are people so dumb? I basically repeated what I'd said a moment before, except more concisely, "It's mine and NO." Then I shut the door on him. I mean, c'mon dumbass. How the hell can you leave "your" chair here for nearly a year, and then come up out of the blue to take it? If that's the case, then you owe me storage fees. Fucker. Such gall.



Mmmkay. Pigout time!

P.S. It's only been 8 hours. Somebody smack me and tell me how fabulously ricockulous it is for me to be missing him already.