Now is the time
Jul. 7th, 2003 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9"But yeah, he won't mess with me again. At least, not after the next time he goes home and finds his girlfriend pregnant and his mom dead."
As crass as they can be sometimes, the schlock that my friends write is occasionally highly entertaining. I don't know -why- this is, just that it -is-.
When I was removing my leaking bottle of sippin whiskey (My. Freezer. Smells. Like. Liquor.) my grandma called. For some reason, this makes me feel entirely guilty.
Moments later someone called me to set up a job interview. I'm such a loser, though, that I totally spaced on writing down the name of the company or, er, the name of the person I'm supposed to be seeing. They should give awards for being this much of a dumbass.
For the record, the tapioca bits in bubble tea, curiously, harden in the fridge over night. So then it's like squishy, squishy, crunchy center. I'm not certain that anything that's in them actually occurs in nature, no matter what anyone says. It reminds me of when I first started drinking wine, and I wasn't certain if I liked it or not.
Still trying to get Jon to move up here, or at least -visit- me. Why are nice boys always so difficult?
As crass as they can be sometimes, the schlock that my friends write is occasionally highly entertaining. I don't know -why- this is, just that it -is-.
When I was removing my leaking bottle of sippin whiskey (My. Freezer. Smells. Like. Liquor.) my grandma called. For some reason, this makes me feel entirely guilty.
Moments later someone called me to set up a job interview. I'm such a loser, though, that I totally spaced on writing down the name of the company or, er, the name of the person I'm supposed to be seeing. They should give awards for being this much of a dumbass.
For the record, the tapioca bits in bubble tea, curiously, harden in the fridge over night. So then it's like squishy, squishy, crunchy center. I'm not certain that anything that's in them actually occurs in nature, no matter what anyone says. It reminds me of when I first started drinking wine, and I wasn't certain if I liked it or not.
Still trying to get Jon to move up here, or at least -visit- me. Why are nice boys always so difficult?
