Januarish - Morning
I need a refresher course...
Ack! Argh! Yah! Behave, stupid web page!
Dear makers of Grand Theft Auto,
You bastards! You have stolen my husband from me! Will he ever stop playing your game? Will I ever get to spend time with him again? Will he ever hold me in his arms? Will he ever unload the dishwasher?
I have just finished cleaning about half of my apartment and I already have about 8 bags of garbage ready to go out. I don't understand that at all, cause if you stick all those bags in the middle of the floor, you can't even walk around, so how did they fit in here to begin with? Physics is crazy!
I plucked my mom's chin hairs today.
I thought about space, and how in space, no one can hear you scream, but in exams, everyone can hear you fart.
Check me out a month from now if you like diaries written by angsty junior high-age girls whose parents just don't understand them, and if you like the afore-mentioned diaries even better when they are actually written by people in their mid-twenties who are sponging off their parents and bitching about it.
...Thus making today only Thursday.