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Jul. 2nd, 2003 11:50 amRandom notes of the day:
No one photographs funnier than![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inkedgirl. No one. I giggle at her icons.
violetshade: still a bitchy fuck. I don't think I can go to the marathon, cash flow no good.
I'm going tosattruckguy's wedding this weekend. My suit is pressed, I'm half packed, I just need to buy some toiletries and I'm all set to go. Rochester, here I come. I get to see....shit, lots of people on LJ and some not. *laughs* Pumpin' up that LJ slut score! Riiiight. Not.
I want a new phone. I envy people with those stupid little cameras and color and all that cool shit. I think you can stun a muskellunge with my phone. In fact, I think I have. Big ugly fish.
I got locked out of my apartment yesterday. I climbed in through a second story window, which is the most surreal experience of my young existence. If I can avoid it, I'll NEVER do that again.
I have "I Still Miss Someone" in my head right now. What a sad freakin' song. I think I will extinguish it with a squirt of bill hicks talking about Willie Nelson.
I'm reading a bio of Stalin right now, I'm right in the middle of it. It's really absorbing; the truth really is stranger and more absorbing than fiction.
Go away.
No one photographs funnier than
inkedgirl. No one. I giggle at her icons. violetshade: still a bitchy fuck. I don't think I can go to the marathon, cash flow no good. I'm going to
sattruckguy's wedding this weekend. My suit is pressed, I'm half packed, I just need to buy some toiletries and I'm all set to go. Rochester, here I come. I get to see....shit, lots of people on LJ and some not. *laughs* Pumpin' up that LJ slut score! Riiiight. Not.I want a new phone. I envy people with those stupid little cameras and color and all that cool shit. I think you can stun a muskellunge with my phone. In fact, I think I have. Big ugly fish.
I got locked out of my apartment yesterday. I climbed in through a second story window, which is the most surreal experience of my young existence. If I can avoid it, I'll NEVER do that again.
I have "I Still Miss Someone" in my head right now. What a sad freakin' song. I think I will extinguish it with a squirt of bill hicks talking about Willie Nelson.
I'm reading a bio of Stalin right now, I'm right in the middle of it. It's really absorbing; the truth really is stranger and more absorbing than fiction.
Go away.
