i talked to libbeth for a little while last night before yahoo whacked out and shut down and (still) won't reconnect. wtf? i was just talking and chatting and before long i noticed i was talking and chatting with myself, which is not such a bad thing, really, i'm quite the conversationalist, but i kept asking questions that i couldn't answer and the whole thing became really quite boring and i began to yawn and then i put away my laundry and then the phone rang (again) and then i was like fuck this, i'm going to bed and i did. so, sorry libbeth. it's not my fault. i tried.
it's still 147 bazillion degrees out and i want to go swimming. has anyone seen my bathing suit? yeah, me neither. the last place i saw it was in edbq and i know it got packed but your guess is as good as mine when it comes to where those things got packed. it was in with some candles and mr. potato head, which i believe is as good a spot as any for bathing suits (leave me alone) and i have the candles and i have mr. potato head but i still can't find the damn bathing suits. ugh. my organizational skills are lacking lately, for like the last year and a half. i can't find shit.
anyway. me and nigel discussed swimming today and then 20 minutes ago it just started pouring. it was a tiny little blip on the radar, right over my house, i guess, because it wasn't raining anywhere else. i don't even think it was raining next door. but the dog got freaking soaked and now the house smells like wet doggie. blecch...
i slept in today and i'm bored. my new favorite t-shirt will be delivered today, woohoo! i'm listening for the ups truck with one ear and listening for the phone with the other ear. i talked about going out with meekin tonight since she's moving to acapulco on friday. rough life, eh? she's like, 'maybe i'll just hang out on the beach for the rest of the summer and get to know the local life and slang before i look for work...' her bf's family lives and works down there and her bf moved down there about 6 weeks ago. i asked if he had brothers, and he does, but i doubt roberto and t-bone want to move my entertainment center to mexico...
i've got to find something to do today. maybe i'll go to dsm. maybe i'll get that tattoo i've been wanting. perhaps i'll send off some resume-thingys. maybe i'll go swimming. maybe i'll just sit here and think of all the things i could have done and then at like 2100 i'll be pissed because i didn't do anything and i wasted my only day off this week... nah, i'll find something to do.
superjanel OUT.
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