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i've been reduced to the level of getting pity food.
02.29.04 - 8:19 p.m.

the taco bell here has changed wrappers. i don't know why i'm mentioning it. just one of those things.

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i have many designs for new tattoos. sadly, i do not have the funding for the tattoos. yet. i'm thinking of knocking over the one and only 7-11 in town, and selling some crack.

or just putting aside a little money from each paycheck. i haven't decided.

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i need to buy groceries.

but i need to pay rent tomorrow, which means no groceries, due to my lack of funds.

however, the parent has given me pity!oatmeal and pity!crackers. except the oatmeal is maple and brown suger, which i don't like.

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the parent e-mailed me someone's personals ad from yahoo. with an attached note that said (and i quote): "Hi!!! i think she is cute!!! mom"

the fact that she used an excessive amount of exclamation points amuses me, since she never does that.

is she trying to tell me that getting out and meeting people would be a good idea? and if so, does she know where the lesbians in kzoo are hiding? because i sure as hell don't. not to mention i get tired of being by myself so much.

also? where would i go to meet people in general? i'm not good at these things. i don't drink, so that kinda of defeats the purpose of going to bars.

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being single sucks, yo.

music: joan jett "fetish"

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