Sometimes I feel like an outcast among outcasts.

I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Imagine me on rollerskates, skating back and forth screaming that. Yeah, that's it exactly.

I thought I'd kill someone last night. Drunken people are amusing to a degree. But after awhile, it's like "Shit, don't you freaks have anything better to do than go to Walgreens after midnight? I mean, honestly. It's just sad. Sad. Now get the fuck out of my store."

Also, I can't help but feel the anti-love when someone stops by and says goodbye to everyone but me. ;_; On the other hand, that means they left, so rejoice.

La. I'm going to clean up in here. I am. If only because it'll shut up that tiny part of my brain that screams, "God, just look around you. Aaaiiiiie!" Never become friends with someone who's incredibly neat. You adopt part of them into your brain.

*a few minutes later* Ha! Now the top of this desk is mostly clean! To illustrate how litle this means, a little diagram of how the office is set up. At least the desky portion.

_____bookcase with lamp on top
______ [computer! me! clean!]
| <- scanner
| <- printer
|____ [desk with stonehenge on it]

Notice the lack of clean.

Off to clean and play!