I hate going to work. I'm sure everyone says that, but not everyone has to play with cow and pig parts. I want to go out and do something, but I hate going out alone. I wish one of my firends would call me. I'd call them, but I've done that so much that i've started to sound like a desperate girlfriend. If only Mikey had come home from Pennsylvania for the summer, then we could have an all nighter B-horror movie night. That would be so sweet. It would give me an excuse to make jiffy pop. What I need are friends that don't suck.
Oh well...I'll just have to rummage through my toys and find something to play with. I'm thinking maybe Thunder Cats or maybe Buckey O'hare. I wonder if anyone knows who Buckey O'hare is besides me? Maybe when I get paid I can get a new lego set.
Just an after thought for the evening...What's the deal with the term "straightedge?" Why can't people just treat their bodies with respect and not need some label to help categorize themselves?
Oh well...I'll just have to rummage through my toys and find something to play with. I'm thinking maybe Thunder Cats or maybe Buckey O'hare. I wonder if anyone knows who Buckey O'hare is besides me? Maybe when I get paid I can get a new lego set.
Just an after thought for the evening...What's the deal with the term "straightedge?" Why can't people just treat their bodies with respect and not need some label to help categorize themselves?