I need more fiber in my diet
May. 7th, 2004 12:14 amAlso, more water. Damn diuretic.
*grumbles*
*thinks about grumblecakes*
*wishes for french toast*
Sooo....
I'm really damned glad that "Friends" is over. I hated that damned show. Can we stop talking about it now, please?
I made a new icon last night, 'cause I was just that bored. I'm debating now whether I want to make similar ones for the rest of the boys, or maybe not.
I want some Indian food. And my sistahs are gonna be getting some tomorrow (two of them, anyway, since the third is in Utica), and I'm not. Maybe I'll con Mom into taking me to Haweli on Tuesday, since I think Dad's goin' out of town. It's not Shalimar, but it's fairly decent Indian food in a really nice atmosphere (with really snazzy copper cups and tableware).
Gas prices are really damned high. Of course, this would be the time that I need to take a big, gas-guzzling road trip to Syracuse. But it's worth it. I wouldn't miss Lilly's wedding for the world. I still haven't figured out the details, though, 'cause I'm a procrastinating asshole. I need to nail down, within the week, whether I'm staying over on Tuesday, 'cause then I'd have to figure out arrangements to do so. I figure I could probably crash at my aunt's place. I don't know how to get there, but then again, I don't know how to get anywhere out there, no big deal. And I might be able to get Monday off, 'cause of that whole holiday thing (I never remember when holidays are coming up or when they are or which ones I get off, but I was informed today that there's one at the end of the month). If I do get it off, that'll probably be good, 'cause that way, I won't fall asleep on the Thruway driving out the next morning. ("Morning" deserved that emphasis -- I don't do mornings, literally."
I just ate these apple wafery things. And now they're kinda hangin' out in my throat, and it's kinda irritating.
Nobody's in chat. Nobody's ever in chat lately. Damn them all to hell. They're supposed to amuse me, dammit. :-P
I should go get some food to push this damned wafery crap out of my throat.
*grumbles*
*thinks about grumblecakes*
*wishes for french toast*
Sooo....
I'm really damned glad that "Friends" is over. I hated that damned show. Can we stop talking about it now, please?
I made a new icon last night, 'cause I was just that bored. I'm debating now whether I want to make similar ones for the rest of the boys, or maybe not.
I want some Indian food. And my sistahs are gonna be getting some tomorrow (two of them, anyway, since the third is in Utica), and I'm not. Maybe I'll con Mom into taking me to Haweli on Tuesday, since I think Dad's goin' out of town. It's not Shalimar, but it's fairly decent Indian food in a really nice atmosphere (with really snazzy copper cups and tableware).
Gas prices are really damned high. Of course, this would be the time that I need to take a big, gas-guzzling road trip to Syracuse. But it's worth it. I wouldn't miss Lilly's wedding for the world. I still haven't figured out the details, though, 'cause I'm a procrastinating asshole. I need to nail down, within the week, whether I'm staying over on Tuesday, 'cause then I'd have to figure out arrangements to do so. I figure I could probably crash at my aunt's place. I don't know how to get there, but then again, I don't know how to get anywhere out there, no big deal. And I might be able to get Monday off, 'cause of that whole holiday thing (I never remember when holidays are coming up or when they are or which ones I get off, but I was informed today that there's one at the end of the month). If I do get it off, that'll probably be good, 'cause that way, I won't fall asleep on the Thruway driving out the next morning. ("Morning" deserved that emphasis -- I don't do mornings, literally."
I just ate these apple wafery things. And now they're kinda hangin' out in my throat, and it's kinda irritating.
Nobody's in chat. Nobody's ever in chat lately. Damn them all to hell. They're supposed to amuse me, dammit. :-P
I should go get some food to push this damned wafery crap out of my throat.