"well i lost my way today back home from work/the snow looked like dust/i felt like dirt..."

there is a giant cookie on my desk with a note that says "thanks for putting up w/ all the noise last night"... Shannon had friends stay over so apparently it is from her. you know those paper plates that get used for snacks at parties -- not the normal-sized ones, but the medium-sized ones? take one of those and bake a cookie in it. it's HUGE. not that I really need a ginormous cookie, but I kinda feel like the roommate situation is improving by the day.

oddly despite my immense anger at certain things I've been in an old-Veruca Salt mood rather than an angry-music mood... strange.

I have some very exciting Friday night plans. They involve copious amounts of laundry. Hoooo boy.

EDIT:// What the fuck? Don't you people have something better to do? I thought I was the only one lame enough to do laundry on a Friday night, but apparently not. o_O



i'm just trying to live this life of mine
the more i look the more i'm blind
and all i ask for is peace of mind...