March 27, 2006

  • “Driving away from the wreck of the day & the light’s always red in the rearview.” –Anna Nalick-


     


    Sean and I started a club -  ‘FUHL: fucked up & hating life.' our motto? à "pity the fuhl." Must be a human disaster to join.


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    Song I’m obsessed with that you’d never expect me to be obsessed with: Chamillionaire’s “Ridin’,” discovered while listening to Miss Marisa Lee on Z88.


     


    On the subject of obsession, I think I have a problem with Facebook-stalking basically everyone I’ve ever met… & a lot of people I’ve never even met. This is generally limited to Stater people with whom I’ve had limited contact, & I use Facebook as a means to further my pathetic friend crushes.


     


    I forgot to mention that my loverly Little & my pal AJ came to the metropolis that is C-Falls last week to pay name a visit. Although they were here for less than 24 hours, it was enough time to get drunk & get a little bit of Engine 51 action in.


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    Lamest Spring Break Ever ’06 is now underway:


    ·          Monday: Work 4-10. Possibly shop with my mother beforehand.


    ·          Tuesday: Work 12-9. I actually volunteered to extend my shift.


    ·          Wednesday: Work 10-3. I actually volunteered to come in on my day off.


    ·          Thursday: No work. Maybe a movie with my best friend’s little brother, who is 16.


    ·          Friday: Work 6-11. My grandparents come into town this nigh.


    ·          Saturday: No work. Spend day with grandparents.


    ·          Sunday: More grandparents. Work 2:30-6:30.


    Yeah, let’s be honest. My “schedule” could not be any more pathetic. I’m pretty aware.


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Comments (5)

  • You have to be my friend on Facebook!

  • You can't possibly be seeing a movie with Todd on Thursday... he's in Indy... and he's 21.

    Oh wait, I get it now...

  • I got my boyfriend that Mr. T in your pocket thing lol. Sounds better than my DAILY life schedule.

  • i think you missed the point of the entry. i don't care anymore. i haven't cared for awhile. and while you may have tried to be a good friend, you've definitely fallen short of that role in many instances. i stopped being mad at you for that stuff. i started getting mad at myself for letting you get to me. now...you no longer do. i just can't put up with it, so i'm not.

  • Can I join the club? I think I meet all the requirments . . .

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