Ugh...I hate packing. On Wednesday I leave for Seattle. Haven't been on a plane in like ten years and now I get to spend five or six, and probably actually more like seven with delays, hours in the air. I'm going to get drunk on my way to the airport and smuggle a handful of valium onto the plane in case I get stuck next to someone even more boring and uninteresting than myself...
My God do I hate shopping at Wal-Mart. I feel so fucking dirty when I contribute my money to that horid, filthy, slimy, evil organization. But thanks to K-Mart's fucking up fiscal finances, night owls and insomniacs such as myself are forced to shop at this lumbering goliath of evil...I need a long shower...
I bought this new Marilyn Monroe calender...must say, I am impressed. I have forever liked her. Most people don't know, but she was at her most popular when she was at her heaviest...food for thought (as much weight as I am perpetually losing, I somehow have all this food for thought...hmm....)
My God do I hate shopping at Wal-Mart. I feel so fucking dirty when I contribute my money to that horid, filthy, slimy, evil organization. But thanks to K-Mart's fucking up fiscal finances, night owls and insomniacs such as myself are forced to shop at this lumbering goliath of evil...I need a long shower...
I bought this new Marilyn Monroe calender...must say, I am impressed. I have forever liked her. Most people don't know, but she was at her most popular when she was at her heaviest...food for thought (as much weight as I am perpetually losing, I somehow have all this food for thought...hmm....)