2004-07-08

I Can't Talk To My Mother So I Talk to My Diary

My current fantasy is being a drifter. Living off of people's money and living in places with people I don't even know. The world could be so inevitably mine. So sweet. It sounds rather dashing living off the expense of others. I often do that anyways.

I could live to believe the world was artistically mine.

Anyways, last night I forced myself to go to Brittney's. I literally and seriously forced myself. I hate going places when I'm on my period! I am cranky, crabby, feeling crappy. It's the three "C"s. So we go the the Beatles tribute thing. We decide not to hang out with the people we were hanging out with and we went to the record store... not the indie one.

I got Barry Manilow live and a Best of 1968 orcestra album. Who could pass up the chance when they were 25 cents. I hardly even fancy Barry Manilow! I don't know any of his songs but I do get a kick and a giggle out of the greatest hits album name he has called "Ultimate Manilow". Hilarious.

Brittney let me borrow Igby Goes Down. I left her house early. I didn't want my negative attitude to interfere. I was in such a bad mood and trying not to show it. We watched this show where we had to guess if it really happened or if it didn't. I didn't want to watch it because in my mind, that kinda shit doesn't benefit me.

Dad and mom went to the city hall. It appears that our house is too close to the road and we have to have an inspector dude come over. And we have an illegally built bathroom.

Last night at the midway, I fed the pop machine full of quarters and it ended up eating them so Tim picked me up a mountain dew at a gas station. Brittney offered him a sip off hers. I saw him put his tongue in the drinking hole of the bottle! I was like, "I saw you french her bottle... BITCH!!" And I am always that obnoxious that I'm convinced everyone hates me. For sure.

Yeah. Her mom got a dog too. It's like six weeks old and they named it Pebbles. Yeah. Not unique. And yes, I have to criticize everything.

It's my nature.

turbogeek at 2:45 p.m.

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