Sunday, December 9, 2007

So she sits there with her luggage at her side. leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives.

ah the weakerthans. (letter of resignation) yum
so here's the hairy scoop, i feel like fucking shit. (i'm not sure if it's appropriate to type "fuck" in a blog) and i can't blame it on a hangover anymore. it turns out i have a second round of this bullshit cold. i can barely think and it sucks. i got bit by something on drunken stupor night as well, and my leg is like swelled like a small golf ball. and i look terrible. seriously, could be the worst i've ever looked in my life. i'm supposed to be packing. its important to move my shit out, but i'm not stressing on it too much, i mean i'm moving a few blocks away and doug is going to stay my friend so it's not too stressful. but still. i should be packing. i also should be working on my last few assignments for algorithms. yep.
you know what sucks about having a public blog? you can't type any of the things you're really feeling, because then that person is going to read those things and totally judge you, and i don't think that's good.
i bought a new phone with gps. it has embedded telenav maps. i can't figure out how to get the pass code though. i also have three garmin's in my purse. i think one is jasons but the other, i'm not so sure. i should sell them to buy curtains. yikes. i have to buy curtains. and a damn white elephant gift. perhaps i should give a zune. zune's fucking suck, and you can quote me as saying such. blah. i'm not clever.
*devon*

1 comment:

Unknown said...

yep. still soul mates. i didn't even get to see what you wrote, which i'm awfully curious about.

man, i'm sorry to hear you feel so shitty today! take it easy and get better! as your bff and doctor, i prescribe some it's always sunny with some chicken soup. which i might end up doing myself.

i concur with the whole public journal thing. which is why i'm not taking that route again! ho ho ho. but i appreciate your public-ness. i hope you still write in this one.