I have this feeling that I'm going to get an itemized bill that says nothing but Starbucks and insert name of random bar here.
Not that it's a bad thing, really.
My office flooded once again, after I had finally started to get over the whole infection I caught earlier this week from the flooding LAST week. I got very irate and demanded flippers, if those peons expected me to fucking SWIM to deliver a test from one side of the office to the other.
I bought chocolate lasagna from The Olive Garden to eat tonight. La.
Every time I hear someone say the phrase "inside of me" during a song, I think they're saying something about sodomy. And you wouldn't believe how many fucking songs there are about sodomy these days. I'm just saying.
I really hope that there is someone searching for porn on the internet by typing in "sodomy" and "fucking" and they stumble across my diary.
And now for something completely different.
I don't quite know how to bring this up, but it's my diary, I'll talk about what I want, and screw you people who get offended. Or something. Last week, something happened. And it wasn't something bad or anything, but since then, I've been seriously questioning myself and where I stand with a lot of things. I mean, where I stand with the people I consider important in my life. And part of me wishes I could talk about things with my closest friends, but I'm afraid that I have betrayed one of them. In a manner of speaking.
I don't know where I'm going with this. The bottom line is, the one person I NEED to talk to about what's going on isn't even in the fucking city, and God forbid he should avail himself to talk to ME about it.
Whatever. If I would fucking think things through before making rash decisions in the middle of the night, I wouldn't end up in these predicaments.
And now I rest.
Fin.
The editors of http://lyssbobiss.diaryland.com wish it to be known that lyss is not upset at all. In fact, she had a rather amusing anecdote to share with you all about trying to open a bottle of juice, but instead got caught up in chicken fingers and took a random tangent. We would like to apologize for this situation, and for the inconvenience, we offer a gift certificate for two to come and stay in her apartment. And sleep in her bed. With her. That is all. We now return you to your regularly scheduled entry.
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