Nothing new is really going on, but I'm in a writing sort of mood and I don't have any good pens lying around to write in my actual journal, so I'm updating this one. Woot. I guess I really should do this more often, seeing as how I have a dick ton of people reading it that aren't living near me that constantly badger me about it *cough*rob*cough*, but I'm just so LAZY. And it SUCKS. Mix that with a dash of procrastination and a hint of loserdom and you've got me in a nutshell. I have no time to do this. SUE ME, ROB. JUST TRY IT.
But seriously, Link is laying beside me practically zoned out, Michael's at home dicking around on the internet, no doubt. I'm bored out of my fucking mind, and it sucks ass. But I'm happy. That's good. I mean, most people go through their lives walking around in a zombified isolated daze bitching and whining about how horrible things are going. My car is a piece of shit, I'm broke, I need to make credit card payments, and my job is fail. But I love my friends, my family, and my boyfriend, so things are pretty awesome.
Michael gets paid tomorrow. Which is awesome. And then I get paid Friday, which is even more win. Link keeps bitching about how bad he wants to go to Asiana. So I'm thinking about seeing if Michael will allow me to go soon. It's ridiculous really, I fucking work, get the money, and then get told how to use it. But I guess it's for the best, because if Michael wasn't around to be my conscious my ass wouldn't be in Asheville, wouldn't have a house, wouldn't have a car, wouldn't have a job. He keeps my ass in line. I love that kid. Man. Kid? Whatevz.
(P.S. STEF, GET. A. FUCKING. TATTOO. GUN. NAO.)
(P.S.S. ALSO, GET THE NEXT SEASON OF VENTURE BROTHERS, YOU FUCKING LOSER. Oh, and also clean out your car.)
I'm going to bed.
<3
Stefi
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