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"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." -- unknown i'm considering making myself puke. it's not that i feel like shit or have a massive headache. i feel pretty much ok, but just kinda queasy. puking would make me feel perfect. did i post last night? i dunno. i left the office at 4pm and got home at like midnight. that's eight hours of drinking. that's alot of booze. i recal being given cigerettes and smoking them. i don't smoke. we ate clams, calamari and something else. i'm famished this morning. i woke up at 7am, like always. i like that about me. it's a weekday therefore i wake up at 7am. wow, water does taste good. i'm really torn over my choice. i was told repeatedly that i'll have a job if i call back. so i'm happy about that. i'm still not happy over the moving people and having to block people in for a bit. though...like my dad said, they are movers and have been there, done that. that's probably true. things i will do today: get the check for the movers. call to get my utilities turned off. put in a change of address at the post office. finish packing. clean. i think that's it. oh get this. last night i come home totally lit. my building has been putting in new doors to all the apartments. they picked yesterday, unknown to me, to put on my new door. so i left yesterday morning with the same wood door as always. i come home, drunk off my ass, to an ugly unpainted gray metal door. i must have stood there for like five minutes and just looked at the door. i tried the wrong key first and started to get very angry. i tried the right key and got very happy. i thought the bastards has switched the doors and locks on me. it would have been very funny had i flipped in the hallway and started pounding on the door. i'm glad i didn't. are you all sure that you don't want to move with me? i do have the extra bedroom? or is the idea of living with kraven to scary? i promise, i am house broken. A place like Alaska - April 07, 2012 Dowton Abbey - February 01, 2011 Dowton Abbey - January 31, 2011 Something of an update - January 16, 2011 What to do... - January 01, 2011 |
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