Crappy crappy crap in a crapbasket.
Life really isn't all that awful. I just wish it would be even slightly smooth or easy for once. Like, a decent job with a steady paycheck, someone to come home to at night, and no stupid dogs, dirty roommates (okay, I''m starting to get annoyed with one person's lack of ability to put a goddamn dish in the dishwasher), piss on the carpet (dog again), and outstanding debt.
I have a hangover and I didn't even do anything last night. I think I am getting someone else's hangovers, and when I find out who it is, he's got it coming.
Saw Spun last night. Very well done. Reminded me of every tweaker I've ever known.
A certain someone is sending some very mixed signals, which are unfortunately mixed on the wrong side of things. I am attempting over time to shift the balance, god knows why since I'll probably fuck it up within the space of a month anyway.
Anyone who is familiar with English history ought to read "1066 And All That". It's a humorous retelling of British history. Very humorous. If you're a dork like me, I suppose.
Ever notice how whenever you go into a video store or music store or library, all the things you wanted to check out are suddenly gone from your working memory? Well, I have that problem with the livejournal. I can never remember all the profound and important things I wanted to write about once I'm finally sitting here. And it all becomes bitching about my current preoccupation. Fuck all this noise. I'm going to buy a soda and grump silently at people I don't know. Someone visit me, or call, or something. Goddamn. For real. 704-232-3974. That's my number. Yes, I bought a phone. The world is ending. Fuck you all. Graah!
Oh, I shaved off a majority of my hair. All but the bangs. It looks cute. Michael liked it a lot, but I think it makes my head look too big. Whatever.