August 6th, 2004
|03:26 pm - >:o|
so far, today is pissing me off something fierce.
once again, slept way later than i had any reason to, and had weird dreams and woke up in a gloomy mood. so i got up, nobody's home, my computer's bein weird, there's nothign i want to eat. so i decide to make the can of hormel tamales i bought the other day.
i managed to make no less than 3 big messes while making them, due to the overabundance of nasty "chili sauce" and my stupidity. now, i dont know what the proper name for these are, but i'm pretty sure it aint tamale. perhaps "awful things" would be more accurate. it's like dog food wrapped in soggy tissues and covered in oil, only with a creepier texture. i was already hating them at this point, so naturally i decided to eat the whole goddamn thing (4 servings, according to the can) out of stubborn spite. i gave up before i finished, but i think i had too much nonetheless. my stomach feels weighted now. blech.
so yeah. today i call apartment ads from the paper. still haven't heard from dave, 2 days after i left a grillion messages. still have no 3rd roommate. oh well. everything is probably rented already anyway.
this had better be a fucking awesome party tonight.
update: it was!
np: devin townsend - christeen EP - 04 - processional
Ya known danny, landlords are nortourious for being unreachable, its their nature, they're more secretive than the truffle. I'll ask around for anyone who need a place to live.
hmm so i need a pig to sniff them out for me?
everyone has days when they feel like a newly-exploded-from-stomach Alien.
|Date:||August 8th, 2004 08:05 pm (UTC)|| |
this is quite true. better than being the owner of the stomach, i suppose
most definitely...though I could have sworn I had something trying to bust through my stomach wall last time I was sick.
|Date:||August 9th, 2004 10:19 am (UTC)|| |
oh that was me, sorry
ahh...well, no problem...just warn me nex time so I can lay out a dropcloth.