A-HA!

I've done it!
Figured it out!

I'll nap with the door to the offic closed but the store door open so when people come up the hall way I can hear them jump up and come out of the office!

I'm so devious

I'm just so tired

I need to sleep, for at least 6 hours, though my body is craving 12. All this work and going out to other peoples places has worn me right out and there's still saturday to contend with, and then sunday at the hat store, and monday->wendsday at carlton moving boxes around. I'm going to die a horrible death. One that involves face planting into a sufficating puddle of mud, something along those lines.

I need to change my diet so I don't get sick again. No more candy and junk food, I need to eat good stuff when I do decide to eat. Give my body something to work with. *nods* It all sounds good in theory, but my little busrts of being able to get over how much I detest food might not last long enough for me to actually make any.

I'm going to go back to 'work' now and wait for the second of the two people that will probably come up tonight. Its dead.

Mission; MEAT

You heard me.

The mission for today is to steal as much meat from my house as humanly possible and take it to helix.
ewww meat.

I don't think my father will notice and if he does I'll point out that I don't eat anything here and that he should be happy that I decided to 'eat' meat again.

wheeeeoooo
I need more fabric.

Something I've never done

I'm going though ever letter and note I've received since grade 10.
Dude, we were so bloody lame.
If any individual attending grade 11 ever tryes to tell me that their mature again I'm going to laugh in their face.

I wish I was water and that I could flow over and around any obsticles in my life. I think that maybe that would be easier.

ow

my bones hurt.

mother f*cker

I'm more than a little bit pissed, honestly.
Because life just keeps on sucking for us, at every turn it all fucking sucks.
this is not a rant for this blog, so I shall leave it at the little bit of story that this one needs;

Marilyns car was stolen tonight, with all of our stuff in it. She lost all of her cd's and her diskman along with some misc. stuff. I lost my diskman a cd and one of Ben's books.

Doom on all you bloody theives.

But now who am I going to play wiff?

Ben is officially gone to Spain.
I'm a lot sadder than I thought I would be, seeing as for some strange reason I didn't compute the part of this where him being in spain would involve him leaving for two months and me not being able to see him.

Some times I question my inteligence.

fucking spelling.