2 posts tagged “printer”

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

Today has more or less been a waste of a day.

Having said that I did have breakfast with The Terrorist, got my IRS refund and ran an errand for Lesley. But aside from those three things (and sending one or two resumes out) I haven't done anything today.

I stayed at the Terrorist's house (and I learned that he loves the fact that I refer to him as the Terrorist in my blog.) We watched a couple of movies last night bringing my total movie tally of yesterday up to 4!! (Good to know I'm so productive when unemployed.) We woke up early, without the aid of an alarm clock (which isn't really like either of us) decided that breakfast should be on the agenda (because we both got our refunds back... go us!) and off we went. But not before I called both my mom and dad to tell them I was in fact alive. (Apparently I haven't called them in a bit and my dad was really starting to worry about the state of my well being.)

He and I had a nice leisurely breakfast complete with eggs and alcohol. Then I dropped him off, went home to pick up a folder for Lesley which she forgot and ran it down to PSU for her.

(As your probably noticing this is basically just a re-count of my day. Sorry it's not more exciting)

Where was I? Oh yes! Dropped off the folder, got some gas ($8.30.. cause it's what I could find in my car) then came home.

And that's where it all goes wrong. I should have come home, hooked up my printer (which I did) and taken care of a bunch of things I've been putting off. But NO. That would have made too much sense.

Instead, I came home, hooked up the printer, decided to masturbate then promptly passed the fuck out. Which would have been okay because I woke up about 45mins to an hour later but when I woke up, I got up went pee, laid back down for a second then woke up about 5 hours later. Yes, I fail. Big time.

I woke up male voice's which kind of creeped me out so I got up and left. Went up to Caldera to visit Lesley for a bit. The cute porn store owner guy was there. There's something about that guy, not sure what it is but he intrigues me. We've never really talked but I notice him every time he's there. But then again, maybe it's because he's a cute porn store owner and I need a job. I thought about hanging out for the shift drink gathering but didn't really feel like it so I came home.

Lit some candles, put on the Love Jones Soundtrack and took the longest shower I've taken in a long time. I did it all, salt scrub, shaved, loafed, shampooed, conditioned. It was great.

Now I'm here. Blogging on OpenOffice because I don't have internet. I have a strong desire to be alone but on the other hand I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie. I hate that feeling. I blame it on my period. My period makes me confused and not know what I want. (To bad I haven't started my period yet.)

Tomorrow is Aidan's 6^th birthday. Wow. Lesley and I are going over there tonight so we can do the morning birthday breakfast thing with them. I don't really know what's going on but I do know there aren't going to be pancakes, which kind of makes me sad. I love pancakes. He wants chocolate chip muffins though. I want pancakes. Maybe I can convince him to change his mind. Whisper sweet pancake nothings in his ear while he sleeps.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I need to go do productive things that I didn't do earlier.