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Yeah. I just clicked on that "daily chance" thing. I got a pizza. My first thought was, "******** yeah, now I can be the pizza deliverer from hell." But, after going to my inventory, I realized it was only for the Gaia home thing. Yeah. Damn. Oh well, one day.
My college class started today. Absolute hell. Yeah, waking up at 6:15 to get to the community college at 7:40. No, it dosen't take me an hour and a half to get ready, it's just an hour drive. Stupid-a** dual enrollment. I'm taking Spanish 211. The professor walked in and talked for 5 minutes in Spanish. We all just looked at each other and said, "oh s**t, we're dead." Then she laughed and said, in English, that she would talk in English for today. Then I walked up to her and poked out her eyes. No, really. I just got home from the police station. They decided not to press charges.
Yeah, I'm full of s**t. It's just past noon and it's already been a damn long day.
In about an hour I've got to go help Mother Dearest and her company set up for the Trade Show. Then we've got an Ice Cream Social to go to. Honestly, maybe I should go into real estate if all they do is set up a few tables, then go and eat ice cream and drink all night. Of course, I'm not "allowed" to go to the party afterwards. Right, like I'm not going to get a call after midnight saying, "honey, can you come and pick me up? I'm at the convention center." Psh.
Which reminds me, I was foraging for food in my brother's pantry, and I took a look at his liquor collection. Root Beer Schnapps. Now, I don't know much about schnapps, but as much as I like root beer, wouldn't that be a ******** disgusting. But I don't know, that might just me.
About a week ago, I said "eww" for the first time in...5 or 6 years. I said it because I found one of my shirts with a line of translucent white liquid on one of my shirts. Now, note, while my first thought was that it was a bodily fluid clearly not mine, there's no possible way it could have been. Unless, while I was gone for a week, some dude came in my room and ejaculated on one of my shirts. But that's doubtful. Probably. Maybe. s**t. But yeah, after I said "eww", I promptly punched myself in the stomach. And not like one of those times where you figuratively kick yourself in the a**. No, I literally punched myself in the stomach. It was kind of funny, because I walked out of my room with the wind completely knocked out of me, and Mother Dearest just kind of stopped, looked at me wheezing, and walked on. I love her apathy.
DrasBrisingr · Wed Aug 16, 2006 @ 05:59pm · 0 Comments |
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