Current mood:
apathetic
Some stuff in my head:apatheticI have NO idea how my computer is so low on memory. I really don't. There isn't much on there. I defragged it a few minutes ago and you know what it told me? You do not have enough free space on here to properly defrag this disk. What the hell. Ugh.
There are some people that I just can NOT picture having sex. Not that I walk around thinking about people that I know having sex, but reality checks make me realize that almost everyone I know has sex. A few of them are probably doing it right now. But, man.... everyuone has their pervy moments and I'm one of those everyones. And for the life of me, it confuses the hell out of me. I suppose this is better explained as "I have at least one ex that I cannot picture having sex." Weird.
I ate a truffle today. A Lindor truffle, actually. I had never HAD a truffle before, being convinced that it was a strange chocolate covered fungus of some sort. I was pretty well wrong. If a person could make an orgasm into a tangible thing, it would be a truffle. Seriously. Its like dripping velvety extasy (the feeling, not the drug, you fucker.) directly into your mouth. I had to refrain from eating a whole box of them, and I settled on one of each flavor, of which there were three.
I realized last night that I spend far too much time online. I only realized this because I was so fucking stir-crazy to get out of the house. I spend all my time talking to people online (which I do love....) but no time actually being social. When no one was online last night, I tried to think of ways to get ahold of people and be, you know, IN PERSON with them, and I could come up with nothing, save buying booze for Trent, Wally, and myself, which did not happen. No one was online and I freaked out. The world as I know it is coming to an end, I have to get out of the house or I will perish, Why doesn't anyone love me anymore, FREAKED OUT. I'm slightly better now, but man.... Aside from hanging out with Laura the other day for a bit, I sit here online when I'm not at work. I need rehabilitated.
How to shop for groceries looking like a total scrub:
Wear a billowy skirt, but don't shave your legs.
NEVER wear underwear to the grocery store.
Try to avoid bras, too.
If possible, don't brush your teeth.
Brush your hair, but only enough to throw it in a low pony-tail.
Don't wear any sort of make-up, save tons of black eye-liner, smeared a bit from sleeping in it.
Flip-flops or some form of tattered ratty sandal.
And finally, wear the baggiest shirt you can find. If its a 4XL, all the better.
Be sure to walk like you are front page news, though. Really. It helps.
Remember: If you don't look like a meth-head just down from a week long binge, you're not doing it right.
On that note, I just went grocery shopping looking like a strung-out meth head. I don't even care. I just woke up. I wanted breakfast. I picked up a few necessities while I was there, like light bulbs. Oh, and truffles.
I have realized, JUST NOW.... that I still ave a picture of that scoundrel, Rick, on my living room wall. I seem to remember thinking about changing that, and I don't seem to have done so.
Lauren and I went to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra play at Conseco a bit back. It was seriously the raddest show ever. The music is amazing, if you havent heard it, and being in a theater with it, it gives it a very.... haunting quality. They also did a laser light show to a lot of it. And there were MASSIVE pyrotechnics. Think about this.... Christmas Music.... Pyrotechnics. Really. But it was the awesomest thing ever, so... YAY!
Really, I think that's all. I work allot. I'm online allot. Story of my life.
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