fish!
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2002-09-10
9:12 a.m.
I've NEVER thought about a chick and a horse.

If orgasm were a flavor, it would be a chai frappucino. Because Starbucks really enjoys playing this game where I order drinks and they forget to make them, I got a coupon for a free beverage today; hence, I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. Go me.

Corporate America can suck on my ass.

Oh! Yesterday when I returned to my apartment building, I saw something quite large sitting out on the curb, waiting to be pitched. Was it...could it be...ah, yes! My extremely hideous mustard yellow refrigerator! (Mom insists that the color is actually "Harvest Gold." I guess she would know, since it's from her time period and all...okay, no more Mom jokes).

Anyway.

I walked in, expecting a giant hole where it had been and a note that read something like, "Dear resident: You will have to do without refrigeration for about a month while we find the shittiest, non-functional fridge to replace the fugly one you used to have. Maybe next time you'll call us BEFORE things break. Screw you. Love, the management."

Instead.

Instead!

A brand new white fridge! Waiting for me! Yay. And now I can finally have ice. And ice cream. And popsicles!

My hottie neighbor boy came by last night, dripping blood all over my welcome mat and requesting hydrogen peroxide. Apparently he was under the misapprehension that I was a doctor. Haha! Poor boy. I hope he's not dead. I told him I'd drop by in a couple of days to remove his corpse so it doesn't stink up the apartment, should they wish to rent it out again soon.

School's been in for almost 2 weeks now and I've yet to do a lick of homework. I like to get to know my senioritis on a very personal level.

My nipples are very sore.

In the realm of overshare, I am undefeated.

This morning when I got out of the shower, I heard John Mayer being interviewed on the radio. Things like that make my whole day better.

I dropped by the Patican for a few minutes last night and got to catch up with Fat James and Perky Erin. That was delightful.

No, I have not been to the "kitty porn" website yet, nor do I have intentions of going!

But, if I did want to go...what was the website again?

The other day I got an email in my inbox and the subject line was, I kid you not: "Sometimes, I think about a chick...with a horse."

God, that's so wrong.

My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23