| Look, I stayed in tonight, and it's pity party time. Strap on your hat. |
[10 Feb 2007|03:43am] |
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ABBA "Thank You for the Music" |
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Well, it's now past midnight on this first day of the weekend, so of course I'm effing here. Once again I took a nap late in the evening only to wake up at 11 p.m. This never works out well for me. Because now I'm screwed, bound to just hang out in my room, dreaming of what all the rational folks are doing. Probably grinding on hos at Sports Column. :/ . I've considered filling out internship applications, reading more from Paula Poundstone's book, and wandering from floor to floor asking to be loved, but I'm here. But don't fret; I have you. And we have so much to talk about, of course.
Okay, I don't have much to talk about. But in celebration of Madonna's new CD/DVD The Confessions Tour I just received in the mail, I will regale you with my biggest confession: I just ate so many Wheat Thins. I went to the mall with Jessica today and only came back with groceries, so I'm doing my best to eat them all before, like, tomorrow, in case of armageddon. I'm on the verge of opening the Ritz Bitz too, so you know the night is getting exciting.
I just missed the last half hour of What Not to Wear because residents came in here and talked to me. Uggh. It's times like this you realize how hard the job is. No one can prepare you. For how many minutes of niceness you have to do. Sometimes you'll want to dance to Jessica Simpson until 4 a.m., and then you have to go and interact with someone or say "hi." Anyway, thanks to my senselessly social residents, I have no idea what not to wear. If I didn't have any sense of my own, I'd be considering jean shorts. Trying. Times.
Whatevz. Just wanted to say hey. Thanks for reading.
Big love, xoxo,
Louis
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