Marcie (m)
I'm having one of those nights where I keep on trying to do things, but they just never seem to get done. I've gotten a full 85 pages into Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. Should be on page 122. Haven't even opened my grammar book to see what the hell I have to do for tomorrow morning, yet. I've cleaned almost my entire room, but I have two full-loads of newly cleaned laundry piled up on my bed, waiting to be folded and put away ***1***. I haven't even thought about showering. Dammit.
I've just got other things on my mind right now. Not bad things, per se. Just ... things.
Things like: (1) "Fucking Christ, that Zero Zero album is incredible, minus whatever tracks that the chick sings on. Sounds like some horrible version of Lou Bega cackling into thin air." (2) "Damn. I've got that fucking presentation to give next week, and I don't know where the hell to start." (3) You ... Yes, you. Don't believe me, do you? (4) Random BLARGs that I never have the time to write, and always seem to forget the next time I find myself sitting at my computer. (5) And finally, [CLICK HERE] if you like Triumph, the insult comedy dawg. I'm not afraid to say that I got there through Buddyhead. About the best laugh I've had in twenty-minutes.
***1*** which never actually means "away" for me. I use these piece of shit, carboard dressers that they give us in these apartments to store away the clothes that I never wear, but am too afraid to give away to the Goodwill store, for fear that I might get horribly, horribly behind some week in laundry and have to wear them.
I'm having one of those nights where I keep on trying to do things, but they just never seem to get done. I've gotten a full 85 pages into Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. Should be on page 122. Haven't even opened my grammar book to see what the hell I have to do for tomorrow morning, yet. I've cleaned almost my entire room, but I have two full-loads of newly cleaned laundry piled up on my bed, waiting to be folded and put away ***1***. I haven't even thought about showering. Dammit.
I've just got other things on my mind right now. Not bad things, per se. Just ... things.
Things like: (1) "Fucking Christ, that Zero Zero album is incredible, minus whatever tracks that the chick sings on. Sounds like some horrible version of Lou Bega cackling into thin air." (2) "Damn. I've got that fucking presentation to give next week, and I don't know where the hell to start." (3) You ... Yes, you. Don't believe me, do you? (4) Random BLARGs that I never have the time to write, and always seem to forget the next time I find myself sitting at my computer. (5) And finally, [CLICK HERE] if you like Triumph, the insult comedy dawg. I'm not afraid to say that I got there through Buddyhead. About the best laugh I've had in twenty-minutes.
***1*** which never actually means "away" for me. I use these piece of shit, carboard dressers that they give us in these apartments to store away the clothes that I never wear, but am too afraid to give away to the Goodwill store, for fear that I might get horribly, horribly behind some week in laundry and have to wear them.
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