My schedule for the next few days is going to be really complicated and strained, mostly so that michael has my car to use for class and work. to be specific, so that he has a way to get to class and work without that redheaded cuntface being involved in any of it.
I talked to Heather for a while today. talking to heather is is a Good Thing ... she is the one that gets the whole truth. while i aspire for honesty at all times, almost no one gets the whole story. she does. And I told her the whole story ... and her response (an excerpt of her response, really) was - "i wondered why you were so worried about michael having a car ... but now i understand."
at least someone understands something, because i don't have a fucking clue anymore.
"And it's not "clever lonely" (like Morrissey) or "interesting lonely" (like Radiohead); it's "lonely lonely" like the way it feels when you're being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder." - Chuck Klosterman
the only thing that got me motivated enough today to get dressed and out of the house was the fact that i was out of beer. so off i went to Food 4 Less, in patched cammies, an Animal Liberation Front t-shirt (with puppy-saving ninjas!), and pink flip-flops from old navy. Quite a sight, i tell ya.
i need a haircut. badly. any recommendations? i need a hair girl i can trust again - my hair hasn't been the same since my punk friend quit working.
I got a new set of cat testicles at work yesterday. cat testicles are awesome.
I didn't go to school today. i couldn't get out of bed. i just lay there. i have homework to do, and i'm not doing it ... i tell myself that i'll do it in the break between classes tomorrow, and i might. Now i'm too busy with the Guinness and the self-pity.