sunday bloody sunday

[impy]

I have this "J" shaped scratch on my left arm. I don't know where it came from, but it's red and looks like it should have hurt whenever I managed to nick myself. Weird.

Huh. Cass's cabin fever thing? Sucks. I don't want to go. I'm not sleeping in a room with people I don't know when people she doesn't even like half the time get the other bedroom. Fuck that. Especially when she just hit me up for money for this stupid thing. Nuh uh. Also? The idea of said party including minors freaks me out because said minors will expect there to be illegal substances provided. I'm just enough like the boy that if I'm going to do something illegal, I will get busted. Only I'm smart enough to realize it beforehand.

That and I worry. Oh how I worry. But not this time. No, no. Not until much later. Instead I will marvel at my ability to not try and kill Matt for saying this:


When Cass smacked him for looking around when someone mentioned Hooters [unfair to set him up, I know, but they live right near one. The novelty should have worn off] and called him a pig, then asked why he had to look [he said he had to] he said, "Well, maybe if I look enough, you'll finally start that diet of yours."

Dude. I'm in shock she didn't beat the tar out of him. Or dissolve into tears again. Oi.



Walgreens should get sued for playing a bunch of songs about cheating. It's driving me batty. One more night of work and then I'm free until Wednesday @10. Woo!

I can do this. No, seriously. Though it was highly annoying to hear how a co-worker couldn't possibly work seven days in a row when I was working on day six. x_x

dog shampoo stinks. Thought I'd share that.

*pokes Jake with a stick and asks nicely for an addy to stalk*

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I'd get rid of that kid :|