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Hi, can someone tell me how to put a LJ Link on my posts??? I know its a courtesy to do so, but I don't know how! thanks :)
March 4th, 2007
March 3rd, 2007
I'm not going out tonight. I can't even summon the energy to remove myself from the bundle of blankets on my bed and do something outrageously arduous like stumble into the shower. Last night was rough. It wasn't semi-rough, which would possibly encompass something like doing drunken kareoke (I can't spell right now, that also takes energy), and tossing back a few healthy shots of Jack. This was much, much worse. From what I heard, I polished off more than half a bottle of 151.
Let me paint you a picture of how this morning went:
I woke up in my sock-monkey printed sheets, covered in peanut butter. Creamy Peanut Butter. I also found a spoon under my electric blanket. Apparently, I had a bit of a midnight snack-attack, and polished off half a jar of Jiff before passing out. This is all hazy, I recall coming home, but not inhaling a pound of Jiff. Anyways, I also managed to come home without my shoes. My brand new patent leather pumps. Gone.... I have no idea where my shoes are, or how they got off my feet. This could be why we see lonely shoes lying in the road. I am thinking that it might be possible that these shoes were previously worn by a drunk person, who overzealously tossed them out a car window or stumbled out of them at some point, forgetting to put them back on.
Let me paint you a picture of how this morning went:
I woke up in my sock-monkey printed sheets, covered in peanut butter. Creamy Peanut Butter. I also found a spoon under my electric blanket. Apparently, I had a bit of a midnight snack-attack, and polished off half a jar of Jiff before passing out. This is all hazy, I recall coming home, but not inhaling a pound of Jiff. Anyways, I also managed to come home without my shoes. My brand new patent leather pumps. Gone.... I have no idea where my shoes are, or how they got off my feet. This could be why we see lonely shoes lying in the road. I am thinking that it might be possible that these shoes were previously worn by a drunk person, who overzealously tossed them out a car window or stumbled out of them at some point, forgetting to put them back on.
hungoverFebruary 16th, 2007
So, here I am, knee deep in thoughts, and yet right now, I find that they don't flow as easily without the sound of my pen scratching across a line of paper. Oh well, I guess I'll do the best that I can, and if this ends up sucking as much as Paris Hilton on a Saturday night, I have only myself to blame!
I am a Psych student, but that may all be heading towards the dump, as I have decided to start looking into Massage Therapy. I just don't know if I can deal with the fact that I have at least two more years of school in order to be any sort of authority on Psych and counseling and all that mess. Besides, I really want to massage hairy men for a living... I kid, I kid. From Freud to Five-Element Shiatsu. This career epiphany might have been a little more useful, before I didn't waste a shit load of money on a college education.
Ok, I will update this later, once I figure out how to use everything... buh bye now
I am a Psych student, but that may all be heading towards the dump, as I have decided to start looking into Massage Therapy. I just don't know if I can deal with the fact that I have at least two more years of school in order to be any sort of authority on Psych and counseling and all that mess. Besides, I really want to massage hairy men for a living... I kid, I kid. From Freud to Five-Element Shiatsu. This career epiphany might have been a little more useful, before I didn't waste a shit load of money on a college education.
Ok, I will update this later, once I figure out how to use everything... buh bye now
thoughtful