what?

as soon as i can afford to be frivolous again, i'm going to buy this rug. it'll work really well with the strange looks i'm already getting from the neighbors. i didn't earn the nickname jackrabbit from my previous roommate for nothin.

worse than stephan king could think of

when i layed back down in bed after taking my shower this morning, i had a dream. in my dream, jammin's parents moved into our apartment with us. our normally nice and tidy pad was a complete mess and his parents watching tv in two different rooms. i was trying to find a pair of socks in the pile of clean clothes on the loveseat so i wouldn't be late to work. i woke up very frusterated.

music and metaphor

i've been something close to addicted to single again. bless whoever fixed my ipod. damn whoever put in faulty whatevers.

someone kidnap me please. i'm sitting in my office, just marinating in boredom. it's causing a chemical reaction with my brain juices and creating a new flavor of apathy.

to the lovely people at the courthouse:

you suck at making things easy. all i want is my security deposit from my previous landlord and you're making it way too difficult. if you have a place for all the forms, without having to wait in line forever to ask for them, please fill it on occasion... unless there is a sudden rush on small claims forms... then i forgive you. but i doubt it.

stupid water

i woke up this morning feeling hung-over and wondering what did i drink? the answer is not enough water to support the 16 mile bike ride jammin and i did yesterday. so now i get to sit at work in the dark cursing the water that turns my stomach to drink.

more than the zipper, ya know the carnival ride

you know what scares me more than insects or getting killed in a dark alley? when someone says "we need to talk".