taking the xmas tree down today so no more pine stench, yay! i actually couldn't sleep last night, cause being a lazy bugger i had left my pajamas on the living room floor at the foot of the tree, and when i put them on again at bedtime they fucking reeked of tree.
so off come the baubles and uneaten candy canes, the tinsel and beads, to be packed up and kicked around till i open them up for the next festive free for all and discover they're all broken. tis the season.
took an early spin into town this morning with the intention of putting money in the bank (which of course i forgot to do) and bumped into my friend ben with his wicked girlfriend. being an art student, he thinks it's okay to wear a farmer hat while being the furthest thing imaginable from a farmer, so i promptly tore him down. the wicked witch looked on bemused. good times for everyone then...
she mostly hates me because i'm a girl, but also because i knew ben before she did so we have lots of ridiculous in-jokes, which revolve around kung-fu and bad hair. we have bad hair in bucketloads, me and my buddy ben. he's growing his so he can wear it in one of those little sumo wrestler ponytails. needless to say, it's still a work in progress. i'm currently sporting the 'will i cut it, will i grow it?' style, and covering it with a do-rag to stop the pointing and laughing every time i leave the house. i'm a considerate gal.
last night was fun cause my good friend the green eyed monster came by to take pot shots at us. and eat all my shortbread. fucking cunt. i hate hating my friends, but they are such asses most of the time. so that was practise for tomorrow when i'm going home to see a couple of people before they go back to college, and though every fibre in my body is screaming NEVER RETURN TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME! i know we're going to the bar i hate to see people i hate and talk about how funny that one time, three years ago, when you did/said that was. and how funny our maths/english/history classes used to be. i hate it when conversation refuses to move on. bah.
so off come the baubles and uneaten candy canes, the tinsel and beads, to be packed up and kicked around till i open them up for the next festive free for all and discover they're all broken. tis the season.
took an early spin into town this morning with the intention of putting money in the bank (which of course i forgot to do) and bumped into my friend ben with his wicked girlfriend. being an art student, he thinks it's okay to wear a farmer hat while being the furthest thing imaginable from a farmer, so i promptly tore him down. the wicked witch looked on bemused. good times for everyone then...
she mostly hates me because i'm a girl, but also because i knew ben before she did so we have lots of ridiculous in-jokes, which revolve around kung-fu and bad hair. we have bad hair in bucketloads, me and my buddy ben. he's growing his so he can wear it in one of those little sumo wrestler ponytails. needless to say, it's still a work in progress. i'm currently sporting the 'will i cut it, will i grow it?' style, and covering it with a do-rag to stop the pointing and laughing every time i leave the house. i'm a considerate gal.
last night was fun cause my good friend the green eyed monster came by to take pot shots at us. and eat all my shortbread. fucking cunt. i hate hating my friends, but they are such asses most of the time. so that was practise for tomorrow when i'm going home to see a couple of people before they go back to college, and though every fibre in my body is screaming NEVER RETURN TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME! i know we're going to the bar i hate to see people i hate and talk about how funny that one time, three years ago, when you did/said that was. and how funny our maths/english/history classes used to be. i hate it when conversation refuses to move on. bah.
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im the least pleasant person there, and i'm as gentle the beat of an angels wing!
*cough*