|Ramble ramble. I love Saturdays.
||[Aug. 26th, 2006|12:00 pm]
The Biteage Kid
|||||"Sugar Never Tasted So Good" - The White Stripes||]|
This always happens. As soon as I decide it's time for a blog, I forget all the
witty and amusing things I was going to say.
For those of you that don't know, I cut all my hair off. Well, not all of it. Just most of it. I didn't really like it at first, I thought I looked kinda dykey... but it's aaall good now. I'll get a peekture soon. Maybe. However, it looks like shit squared if I don't straighten it, all the length they hacked away makes it curl something fierce.
My stitches are finally coming out. Yay-yuh!
I hate Astronomy. I hate it good. Mistah Freeman gave us... get this... a "take home test" and I still have no idea how to do anything on it. Fuck school. Geez.
Work is a giant pile of suck. Stop calling, all of you that call all the da-yum time. Stop calling without any idea what you want. Stop calling and getting pissed off because pizza is expensive. Stop calling to complain that you didn't get the breadsticks that you didn't order, or to tell me your order took 45 minutes to get to your door when I told you it would be around 40, and stop calling to ask me about every single special we have, only to hang up on me.
DON'T ORDER PIZZA. I DON'T WANT TO MAKE IT.
A lot of kids liked what I read for Kreative Righting. Which means you should go comment on it, even if you think it sucks. Ashley has no problem with constructive criticism.
Alex is totally going back to Ohio today. I think I'll just cry for a few hours and then take my life. However, Sascha assured me that he and I would meet somewhere down the road and procreate, so I might just make it. =)
I lost my dyke pants. Argh.