it's crazy i'm thinking...
Only 12 more episodes of Six Feet Under and then it's good-bye :-( Man I love the show. The only thing that irks me is the amount of literally crazy people
that have been associated with the Fisher family. REGARDLESS, I still love the show and I will cry for long time when it ends.
Another hot day today...however, I have air conditioning, so it's all good.
2 AM this morning...Phantom sat on the trunk near by bed and just started meowing at me. Scared the shit out of me. I woke up and I was like, "What the fuck do you want?" and he
continued to meow at me. So I got up and peed and he sat on the trunk. I don't know what in the hell he wanted but I was NOT very happy at 2AM. I ended up watching bits and pieces of
Meet the Barkers and Showgirls (the awesome edited version on VH1) for a little bit. I was afraid if I went back to bed, he'd just start meowing at me again. No idea what
his problem was, but if he knows what's best for him, he better keep his trap shut tonight.
New songs at Jazzercise today...they were real fun. I dunno if I'm that interest in Gwen Stefani, overall. But one of the new songs is Rich Girl and now I'm sorta interested in
checking out the rest of the cd. I might have to borrow that cd from my sister.
It's so weird...I listen to music everyday. I love music to pieces...but I hardly ever buy cds. I'm not that
interested in "new" music. And whatever "new" music I like, it's either from artists I already like or just some random complete garbage (usually rap or pop). I was thinking about some cd I own...mighta
been Coldplay A Rush of Blood to the Head. Yeah that was it. I was thinking about the new Coldplay cd. And like, I like Coldplay, but I'm so disinterested in buying the cd and listening to it. Can't explain it.
Anyway, I was thinking about A Rush of Blood to the Head and I remember NOTHING about buying that cd. When I was younger, buying a cd was such a big damn deal. Not that I could tell you a story
for every cd I've ever purchased...but just...
Maybe I've just been so consumed with so many other things in the past year or so. Don't know what my deal is.
Man, my arms are soooo sore. Wish I could say it was all from Jazzercise, but unfortunately, it's not. My arms hurt me all day today. Weekends are giving my muscles a run for their money.
Damn straight.
I need to get some serious skirtage. I only have four pairs of capri pants for work: two black, one khaki, and one white. And the white were too big when I bought them last year...so I'm scared to try them on because
I love white pants and I'm always on a quest to find white pants...and I really don't feel like getting pissed off when I put on the white capris to discover how baggy they are. I seriously need to just take them to a tailor
and have them altered...it's so hard to find white pants that aren't see-thru.
It's supposed to be 92 tomorrow. IN-sane.
