"When we start contemplating the meaning of life incorporated into arcade games THAT is when you know its time to go to bed"- Mark

Mark and i went to Bicks tonight with Mango and the Midget. We sat and debated the worth of the wii vs the 360 and the ps3. It was a bloody battle but we all got our point across in the end. We took our syrup shots in honor of Pete and women who have fucked us over (in name of the Midget who got dumped today ::sadface: We then proceeded a head-bang-off in the parking lot. Mango and his amazing Dave Mustainesque hair won by a landslide. We then went our separate ways which lead to Mark and i sitting in my drive way until 2 discussing romance, religion and our reasoning therein.

How can i be soo young when i feel soo ancient :\

This morning i woke up to find that my left eye was swollen shut. After a few hours i was able to open it, but i am still a bit concerned because my mother says it looks a bit yellow around the edges of the lid. I would like to think that i wouldn't sleep through kicking my own ass, but i guess i guessed wrong. Later on in the day my left hand became very swollen but that passed even faster than the swelling in my eye. Now as i lay down to sleep i find that my left foot is sore for no reason other than my laying down. The only conclusion i can come to is that my body is preparing to split via mitosis and when i wake up next there will be a second me curled up next to me.

So my question to you is: Any takers? The bidding will start at $2 and we'll go from there.

But I'll be a bag of bones Driving down the road alone.

I'm seriously thinking about shaving my head again and just buying a wig for when i go out. I hate my hair the color/length/way it is now. If only i could have kept the purple, i miss having weird hair. Slowly i grow tired of the Fodera bangs. They don't do anything for me. Contemplating the Lain haircut, now that i work with computers on a daily basis. It would make sense. Keep my hair out of my face and its still cute.

This morning Mike and i checked my account at the ATM. It said i had about $60 left. I took out $20 for lunch, trying to be the good girlfriend and pay for once. I later checked my account online at work and discovered that magically i had -$3.00. It turns out that the torrid order i thought i paid a week ago, decided to repay itself TODAY. Mind you, this wouldn't be a problem if my check that i deposited almost a week ago had cleared and gone into my account. So now my credit is undoubtedly messed up simply because of the petty bank regulations. I just had to get a checking account didn't i?

So my torrid order is coming on valentines day. Which is pretty sad that the only gift i'll get on valentines day is one from myself. I don't even know if Kamikaze girls is coming, i got charged for it so it had better be. The next purchase i want to make is a copy of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly : A Memoir of Life in Death

Does anyone know of a wig store online that is fairly cheap and the wigs look nice? Not shiny or what have you.

Kim and i went to see Rent today. It makes me wish i had learned how to dance or to sing. Anything really would be better than nothing. It was amazing, ive never seen the stage show so i cant really compair it. I just have the soundtrack memorized. I cant watch sad movies with Kim. She gets into crying and then i start to cry. At the very end when it showed the dedication the entire theatre was quiet and all you could hear was Kim whimper. It was soo cute, Kim kicks ass.

I worked 7-10 today. Black friday is usually a bitch, but it really wasnt that busy this morning. Maybe twenty people showed up. Half of them were waiting outside the door when we opened. Chris was there, he claims ill get paid a week from today. He also told me that Caprio switched over to EB which sucks because i was looking forward to working with him.

Turkey day went on without too much bullshit. That is all there really is to say about that ordeal. I came home to left-over butterscotch pie<3<3<3 and cheddar & broccoli<3<3<3 delish.

Tonight is angry/pissy/depressed night. I just want to curl up in bed and cry

Last night i dreamth that mike and i were staying in a hotel in Disney world(or vegas i dont really know) because we were there to see Disneys production of the phantom of the opera(I'm pretty sure there is no such thing) After the performance we had dinner with the two stars who played Eric and Christine and i guess they were barely my age. They invited us out on the town, but it must have been my birthday because Mikes whole family had followed us there and was trying to give me presents and cake. All i wanted to do was go back to the room with Mike and be alone, but they wouldnt let us. We must have been in disney world because to escape we took one of those tram things out of the hotel. The only problem was that it was more like a rollercoaster than a tram because we fell off and landed in this bad action movie sort of scene. Drug bust and police and everything. Anywho, the drug dealers ended up taking me hostage and kept in 18th century france. All in all i ended up meeting with napoleon and bitching at him about A) Kidnapping me and B) the complex he would give asshole later on in history. Everything ended with me going back to the hotel room i was being held in and me taking a tub(i really want one now)

now i remember why i raised rats, not hampsters.

rats dont eat each other

R.I.P. Wig the little grey hampster