Listen to that and nothing really matters anymore. So really, enough of The Strokes and The Shins cure anything.
Baked more than I should have, so much that my father actually yelled at me for the copious amout of baked goods that now sit on the counter. I never thought there would be a day were he would turn down a cookie but it seems that he thinks he's to heavy and needs to loose a few, his arch-nemisis the cookie is the one being blamed...
My wish for today is that my dambed brother would vacume so that I could finally get around to washing the floors. Now, how often do you hear of someone asking to wash the floors? Not very often eh? Well, its not just cuz I'm a bit of a clean freak, but seriously they haven't been washed for 3 weeks and its getting gross, all he has to do is vacume. Instead all he does is sit on his ever growing ass and play video games. Damb him...strait to a very dirty circle of hell.
I have a load of letters all written and itching to be sent, I just keep on forgetting to put the darn things in envelopes. Rats on me.
I have to get some motivation. Some real motivation. If I don't get soem soon I'm fucked. And how much would that suck.
I need to get a job
I need to figure out if I'm taking a year off
I need to stop being so fucking stupid
I need to work-out
*thud*
*is a little ball of stress ever since she found out what her marks were*
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you're not stupid
and you don't need to work out if it stresses you
if you wanna check out the lister exersise equiptment with me, thats cool
but you're still perfectly smart, and perfectly pretty, and i love you
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