December 2010
For the past three days
my horoscope has been crazy accurate. CRAZY ACCURATE. … is this… real?
it even knew arguing with the airplane people would be pointless! And that I’d be depressed today but to focus on the little things and to change my game plan to fit what’s happening!
HOW DOES IT KNOW
Why I hate being single in December/January/February.
Person: “So, who you gonna kiss under the mistletoe?”
Me: “Oh, actually, I’m single so…yeah.”
Person: “So, who you gonna kiss at midnight on New Year’s?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m uh, still single so…”
Person: “So, who’s gonna be your Valentine?”
Me: ”I’M FUCKING SINGLE! GET IT INTO YOUR FUCKING HEAD! I’M GOING TO GROW OLD ALONE EXCEPT FOR MY PLETHORA OF CATS!”
I like to sing.
While I blog:
While I “do my homework”:
And while I shower:
But I immediately stop singing when I hear someone coming into the house:
According to my questionable taste in movies...
Ramona and Beezus
On a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is bad and 10 is good, I’d give this movie…. an 8. Alright, a 9. NO HIGHER THAN A 9.8, but I’m holding out for a 10, because I’m worth it.~
Because today, one of the worst days in the world of the planet of the history of life, a day in which I am wearing the same thing I was wearing yesterday because all of my clothes are somewhere in a blizzard on the other side of the country, a day where I feel like this:
this movie made me feel
