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March 26, 2010 - 9:11 PM
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Well, looks like I've got a good three weeks to make up for - who wants to get a drink tonight?
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March 24, 2010 - 10:34 PM
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I am not that patient a person, Jamie--
I hate March Madness. It means that football is over, hockey is coming to an end, every single fucking pub is full of frantic men ranting about their bracket, and all my co-workers insist on discussing it every time I go near the water cooler. I don't like basketball. It's too high scoring. It's dull. Everyone's shoes squeak against the floor. And, Dick Vitale is annoying as hell.
At least it's over soon. But, then there's Easter.
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February 22, 2010 - 2:41 PM
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Looks like the stores have finally cleared all their Valentine's Day crap out, for the most part. That means we can officially move on with our lives, right? That also means you can all stop talking about it. Especially the couples.
I'm regretting even going out that night. Someone (or, two someones, to be exact - and don't think I don't know who each of you were. Jamie, this isn't giving me fucking time--) signed me up for that ridiculous auction. I haven't been contacted by whoever 'bought' me - no, I wasn't paying attention - so I'm going to take that as a sign that I'm off the hook. Unless she was hot?
In other news, I'm dreading going into work slightly less now that Jamie the consulting company has finally cleared out. Seems pointless to spend so much time talking about how I do my job instead of...actually doing it.
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January 30, 2010 - 4:52 PM
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I said it last summer and I'll say it again now: You all need to calm the hell down.
Because, I'm really sure the mass hysteria you GIRLS all are causing with the crazy talk and the rumors is really going to help the police with their investigation. Which, is the only thing that will really help your safety, if you're that fucking concerned about it.
Jesus.
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January 9, 2010 - 10:26 PM
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Apparently, it's bad taste to return someone's Christmas present. Apparently, it's extra bad taste when you fled the state and didn't spend the holiday with said person. Apparently, it's even more extra bad taste to do it when, unbeknown to you, the person happens to be standing behind you while you're talking to the store's clerk.
I will never get social niceties. Would it have been better to shove the thing in my closet until the appropriate amount of time passed to pass to toss it out. Who buys anything in paisley print nowadays, anyways?
D.C. was good, my New Years was uneventful more exciting than yours, and somehow I've been talked into letting some 'stupid' student drive my BMW tomorrow.
There, all caught up.
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December 22, 2009 - 8:21 PM
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Still here. For some reason.
Making some strides toward avoiding Christmas this year. Or, at least, avoiding the kind of excuse my mother pulls off for a Christmas. Natalie talked me into going to DC instead. We're leaving tomorrow. Haven't actually told either of my parents, but...we'll deal with that when it comes up.
Almost feels like we're missing someone, though. Now, damn. Who was it that was so set on celebrating the holidays with us this year...?
Nevermind. Guess it wasn't that important.
We'll be back when we're back.
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November 5, 2009 - 10:29 PM
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It was my birthday last month and--
I'm seriously thinking about deactivating my account. This account. Let's be honest: I only have this stupid thing to begin with because someone forced me to sign up. And because I need to keep an eye on Natalie-- It has offered very rare moments of entertainment (at the sake of other's), but, mostly, I'm completely sick of reading everybody's shit.
Guess what? Nobody cares about what you did yesterday or what you're making for dinner or what half-ass Halloween costume you threw together. And, especially, no one cares about your "cryptic" "emo" bullshit. The people who are somehow mildly interested? You're probably spewing it all over them face-to-face anyways. And I really doubt boring me to tears is all that therapeutic.
Yeah, I don't understand the internet. Ironic, I know.
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September 27, 2009 - 9:40 PM
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I'm bored as shit. Guess it's time to update. Or something.
I seem to be one of the few people who are actually glad summer is ending. Girls in bikini's are great and all...but not if I have to end up with sand in uncomfortable fucking places and get a sunburn to see it. I'll just stick with lingerie, thanks.
If I didn't have air conditioning, I'm not sure I could get through the stupid season at all. Sure, I don't make a huge effort to spend time outdoors in the winter either, but at least it's easier to put on warm clothes than strip down to stay cool - and I refuse to be one of those idiots walking around town sans shirt. Though I'm sure you wouldn't mind the view. I work out.
Unfortunately, Fall means Thanksgiving. My mother is already badgering me about who I'll be spending the holiday with and bribing me with sweet potatoes. I'm thinking of fleeing the country that week to avoid it all.
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August 18, 2009 - 9:18 AM
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Anyone want to grab a drink tonight? Preferably female and easy--
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July 13, 2009 - 11:16 AM
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I'm sure the mass hysteria you girls are causing with this serial killer rumor is really helping the police with their investigation.
Calm the fuck down.
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July 3, 2009 - 10:40 AM
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Who the fuck is this Hale guy?
My mother isn't patriotic in the least, but she pretends to be once a year so she can pass off eating steaks and mini-hotdogs on her patio as a "barbecue". With only her fifty closest friends, of course.
I need...some way to get out of this. It was better being in a completely different state from either of them, actually--much easier to get out of family commitments, then. Now, if I'm not half-dead or have prior engagements working for my father (which, I don't), it's not a good enough excuse for her. However, I really don't think I can make it through the afternoon without throwing something at someone, and I can't be sure it won't be something blunt.
So.
Rare and highly contagious illness that only lasts a day or so? Anyone want to close off all and any roads leading to Boston? Kidnap me and demand ransom? I have handcuffs.
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June 11, 2009 - 9:50 PM
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Weekends have not been agreeing with me lately.
No embellishment needed, let's just say I was fully planning on staying in this upcoming one. Unfortunately, I'm apparently getting dragged to the beach on Saturday morning instead. What fun: sand in uncomfortable places, slimy seaweed, jellyfish, annoying children, unruly animals... Summer is my least favorite season and the beach doesn't help it's case. And Natalie will be there, so can't even enjoy the one pleasure hot weather brings....bikinis. Asdsafas, clawing my eyes out now.
And Father's Day next weekend. Keeps getting better.
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May 29, 2009 - 10:36 AM
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I'm so bored I'm afraid my brain is, literally, going to explode any minute now.
I don't know why my father lets Natalie work from home, yet insists on sticking me in this fucking closet with a guy who thinks I'm his best buddy and regales me with horror stories about the women he stalks and some girl who's afraid to even look at me because once I snapped at her for tapping those stupid, ugly fake nails constantly. I need my own office. I should quit.
Going out for a drink after this. Wouldn't be completely adverse to company. I guess.
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