the varied airs of spring is not what i expected, nor what i want. at this point in my very young life, the last thing (exaggeration, but im leaving it) that i want to read is about is a lady that acts like the people i see on a daily basis, shuffling their feet with their uggs on, and complaining about how the light switches are placed inconveniently on the walls. i do not need any more brats in my life. i see about 400+ a day as it is. ilka chase can just...go back on my shelf.
today, boyfriend told me "i cant wait until we live in the apartment and you get sick, so i can take care of you." i think that might be the best thing anyone has ever said to me. i dont know what i did to deserve him.
we also bought a panini press for $3 at goodwill on saturday, and already he's planning what all he could put on it... i had to break the news to him that no, you cannot put spaghetti on a panini press. at least, i think you cant... i'll let you know.
oh jeez. its 1:57 am.
6 mere hours until i must wake, slap myself in the face, force myself to get out of bed, and trudge across the street to go listen to the she-satan try to tell us about the 1960's.
i imagine her brain is like swiss cheese, and she probably doesn't even remember the 60's because of the mass amount of mescaline and adrenochrome she had to have taken during her college career. this is not an exaggeration. the woman can't finish a sentence without uh, well, no, well, sputnik, uh..the cold war?
it should be fun. i think i'll get there early, so i can sit in the back, knit, and enjoy the show.
have a wonderful tuesday
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