sometimes, i wonder if i’m really existing and all that.
because, if somebody were to invent my own personal hell…this would be it. my life, as i know it right now, is my own personal hell.
i wonder if i’m just supposed to write a script about being in hell and become rich and famous.
i hope so.
i saw my first firefly ever last night. it was pretty cool. i wonder why they don’t “exist” in san diego.
i played tv tag for the first time in about 20 years. It’s, in my opinion, interesting to see a bunch of late 20 somethings, clutching beers in their hands and yelling out television shows. it’s HILARIOUS when you see a 28 year old guy with a goatee, crouch down and yell “MATLOCK!” while the other guy with a beer and a goatee crouches down and yells “MR. BELVEDERE!” [runner up sayings “PEARL JAM STORYTELLERS!” “CRACK STREET:LIFE IN THE GHETTO” or “THIS OLD HOME!!”]. It was good times, I say, good times. I tried to get away with “Godsmack” hoping nobody was paying attention, then somebody said “that’s not a show!!” dammit. I also tried to say Goldfinger, but alas people were paying attention.
i went to vacationland last night [aka maine] and had a campfire and took ridiculous “myspace” photos. maine is full of old people and bermuda shorts. dear god, how i dread getting old.
speaking of which, a certain someone is knocking on thirty. ahem. where did the rest of my 20s go?
ok, i’m going to sleep or masturbate or watch sex and the city or possibly do all three. now that’s what i call multitasking.
10 things i’m happy about:
EDIT:
1 thing i’m unhappy about:
i can’t run away
If I ever get a dog, it will have the following characteristics:
–it will be small
–it will MOST likely be from a pound
–i prefer welsh corgis, beagles, or a labrador retriever
–i wish i could train it to be a seeing eye dog
–i will name it monster cock.
the end.
When I used to live in California, I listened to this radio show called “Jeff and Jer”, these really two goofy guys from Chicago. Then, I listened to the traffic report by Laura [I forgot her last name]
Anyway, I remember waking up one day thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice if Laura just said ‘hey! there’s no traffic, it’s alllll clear!’ “…but there is an accident every single day.
this is like my job. i wish i just didn’t have to talk to customers and nobody had any problems and i said ‘woah, everyone’s stuff is working today…alll clear!’
oh well, to dream is nice.
I wonder…can you have fat feet?
I bought these socks according to my foot size [i wear size 8 shoes, big for a girl, i think] and they keep falling and pulling them up all day is a pain in the ass.
If i had some extra poundage, would this not be a problem? hmmm.
I used to write in this lj everyday and was inspired to write. For some reason I’ve been lazy although majority of the time, my head is running with tons of thoughts…like, can i have fat feet. Having “wide length” feet…is that fat?
anyway, since i have a mind that’s always thinking, i always have to put in a dvd at night to play some sort of dialogue in the background because it’s a distraction for my mind and i can finally fall asleep. having silence, ugh, i can’t stand it. i had a bad habit of falling asleep on the couch when i lived with my parents because of the soothing sound of “friends”. However, I MUST watch something i watched before, because if it’s something new, I’ll wake up and wonder what happened [i’ve done that once when i was sleeping with my-then boyfriend. we were watching Monk, and as I was falling asleep, I heard something that i hadn’t heard before from an episode and woke up and was like “what?”…this woke up my then boyfriend who said “what? what happened?”
He told me later that it was kind of interesting because I’m SO in love with television and film that I need to know what happens and am interested in all facets. i can’t help it..i find it to be an artform.
anyway, time for me to put in The West Wing and fall asleep to it because I’m on a political kick lately.
Oh, and Lost….goddamn, i love that show. thank god for dvr. Best invention or WHAT?!
i had a dream last night that i had an affair with jon stewart. man, it was awesome. too bad he’s married and has a kid. but, i forget how we hooked up. but somehow we ended up in bed together and i felt so happy. and here’s the weird thing. the dream was imaginary but the feelings were real. and even then, i knew i couldn’t be truly truly happy because i knew there would be a hitch.
i always feel that way about my life. i can never be really truly happy because there’s always going to be a hitch and i just can’t let myself go completely.
but it’s nice, to literally, dream. isn’t it?
i wonder if this is a result of my addiction to the daily show.
I like that term “a kick in the tools”, even though I really don’t have any tools.
Which made me wonder, if I were to have tools of the male persuasion, would i play with myself all day? would i try to put my juice all over the place? how would i walk? would my self confidence decrease or increase due to the size?
yeah, all this line of thinking cause a girlfriend of mine said she got in the kick in the tools. [the imaginary ones, i guess]
oh man, potato chips are simultaneously the worst and best invention ever. I’m not a sugar person, so I can deal without the cookies, the chocolate, the nerd ropes or the twinkies.
but potato chips? all bets are off.
the problem with potato chips is the root of it all–potatoes. I LOVE potatoes. sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, tater-tots, french fries….anything with potatoes, i want to consume.
but take that…fry and make it crunchy and salty? dear lord, you trying to kill me? I am not a sugar person but I am most definitely a salt person. my french fries tend to look like they have mad dandruff.
anyway, i write about my kryptonite now because i just ate some salt and vinegar chips that is meant for a get together tomorrow night. I didn’t finish or even eat half the bag…but it is open and now tainted. this means i have to buy new chips tomorrow.
i reckon though i will probably buy like 3 bags of chips [i tend to like to try different flavors. dude, i hear they have ketchup chips in canada? that HAS to be good, right? oooh, i would die to try ’em out] instead of the requisite one bag.
however, if i had to choose between potato chips and cheesecake, i’d still take cheesecake.
this fatty entry was brought to you by the girl who worked her ass off to lose 30 pounds. [granted, i gained a little back from easter brunch/dinner…whatever. so it’s technically 27 pounds now BUT, my clothes still fit, so NYAH]
Minimal Effort 