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Sep. 12th, 2003 01:26 amAdded people to the list o' love... friends. Yeah. So, special I feel. *sniff*
And moving on, my lips hurt. This is a random thing, I know, but they do.
*kicks TS3's WW into working... hopefully* I'm tired of being behind! I need my snark, and I need it now, bitch.
Spent today being "responsible", which means of course, completely boring. Which is better than some of the drama that I'm sure I could have managed to dig up [food poisoning was totally possible] if I'd wanted to. Made dinner. Somehow a half-hour meal stretched into a three hour long ordeal, and part of this is probably due to my hatred of the meal in question. So, at the same time, I made fajitas and was happy, even if dinner was at 8PM.
Took the dog out twice [I know, she should have gone out again, but dammit, not my dog], didn't kill my brother or his girlfriend or his roommate type dude, cleaned the dishes, twice, and heard from the wayward friend.
Said friend will be 21 in a couple of weeks. Thing is, I don't really like her new friends enough to be stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with them, relying on their guarenteed to be drunk-as-fuck asses to take me home where I will then not be sleeping with the first male thing that makes eyes at me at the bar. [we're ignoring the fact that since I'd be out with the rack-that-alssa-wishes-she-could-buy, and someone who basically screams 'do me, I'm easy!", so no one in their right or left mind will be looking at me] Yeah. Thing is, while I also don't really like wayward friend all that much right now, I know she'll either die or outgrow her "i wanna be whitetrash" phase, and then when we're 80, assuming she hasn't contracted any other STDs and I haven't been killed for some reason, she'll bitch at me for skipping out on her big celebration.
Yeah. To go without backup, or try and con her sister into going with me so that I'll at least have someone to snark with?
..nevermind. Piper telling SkankaPhee "You make baby Jesus cry"?
Priceless. *laughs herself into oblivion*
And moving on, my lips hurt. This is a random thing, I know, but they do.
*kicks TS3's WW into working... hopefully* I'm tired of being behind! I need my snark, and I need it now, bitch.
Spent today being "responsible", which means of course, completely boring. Which is better than some of the drama that I'm sure I could have managed to dig up [food poisoning was totally possible] if I'd wanted to. Made dinner. Somehow a half-hour meal stretched into a three hour long ordeal, and part of this is probably due to my hatred of the meal in question. So, at the same time, I made fajitas and was happy, even if dinner was at 8PM.
Took the dog out twice [I know, she should have gone out again, but dammit, not my dog], didn't kill my brother or his girlfriend or his roommate type dude, cleaned the dishes, twice, and heard from the wayward friend.
Said friend will be 21 in a couple of weeks. Thing is, I don't really like her new friends enough to be stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with them, relying on their guarenteed to be drunk-as-fuck asses to take me home where I will then not be sleeping with the first male thing that makes eyes at me at the bar. [we're ignoring the fact that since I'd be out with the rack-that-alssa-wishes-she-could-buy, and someone who basically screams 'do me, I'm easy!", so no one in their right or left mind will be looking at me] Yeah. Thing is, while I also don't really like wayward friend all that much right now, I know she'll either die or outgrow her "i wanna be whitetrash" phase, and then when we're 80, assuming she hasn't contracted any other STDs and I haven't been killed for some reason, she'll bitch at me for skipping out on her big celebration.
Yeah. To go without backup, or try and con her sister into going with me so that I'll at least have someone to snark with?
..nevermind. Piper telling SkankaPhee "You make baby Jesus cry"?
Priceless. *laughs herself into oblivion*
