March 14, 2008

P.S. (Pre Script: Anything written in Pink was what what came up on my limewire playlist. That's right, I'm so horrible that I use limewire. If you have a problem, I have two words, and one starts with an "f". Guess what they are.)

So.

You know those days when you come home from work and you're all just like "Ah, I think I'll relax... Let's have a drink..."

Well that's not helping. But I like peach schnapps a lot, so a few more glasses will do the trick. Actually, I think I'll work on the butter shots next.

I truly dislike confusing dramatic subjects. I do. I can't stand them... because now I'm sitting here, shaking my head going "what the hell?" Oh, and I'm enjoying my drink, and laughing at CollegeBFF who shall henceforth be named "silvermoon" for sake of ease of explanation... (wait, done my drink, need a new one.)(okay. I've drank my fill. I'm getting tired already. I need to build up my immunity to alcohol, 'cause I'm such a cheap drunk.)

I have the best date I've had in a long time A VERY long time--with an ex who's dating someone else.

Peachy.

And why aren't there more of him walking the world? (haha, I've heard that one about myself. Mr. West49-er at my school always says we need more of me in the world, because most women are too spazzy. Yay me.)

Why couldn't pitcher be simple, like me???

Hi, I'm nifty, nice to meet you. I think you're hot. Do me.

Or,

Hi, I'm nifty, nice to meet you. You're fugly, and you have no chance of EVER sharing my bed. Let's just be friends.

Seriously. Jeeze. No random insinuation and getting under my skin. No silly laying down potential railways only to derail the train. No silly pointless statements of could be.

Yes, I'll do you.

No, I will not do you.

In, out, easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.

Off faster than a dirty shirt in a monday wash. (haha, Mr. Archer rocks.) :D:D (Go photography. I love that class... Ooh, remembering that, I have eighteen shots on the camera and no babies or old people around. I might want to get onto my homework now... NO more drinking for Nifty tonight. Euw, I think I'm going to get some veggies to make even with the hundred billion calories I just DRANK.

Down with the Sickness-Disturbed

Anyway, so that's my life in a nutshell. Hell in a handbasket, for sure.

Candyman-Christina Aguilera

Aargh. Hi, I'm Nifty, do me.

Yeah, Sounds like fun. I'm in for that.

War and Pain-Voivod

What about that insane need for guy-attention. I woke up and actually put on makeup. Over the march break. Where I ran around all day. What the hell? I even showered!!! Aak.

Crazy Train- Black Sabbath

Anyway, Ain't got much more to complain about.
Ow, my shin hurts. I think I need new shoes.

Man, I feel fat.

Awww, rugby season won't start for another week or so:'(

Waaah! I got yelled at this morning.

I'm tired.

I'm hungry.

Ooh,,, Trent U. Rugby. Mmmmm... More butter Shots. Mmm.