I stopped snacking when I stopped being alone.
It’s a little late for ambivalence.
Won the lottery. Thrice. Take that, statistics.
This site needs to be taken down a notch.
I just spent a sunny Saturday afternoon and evening writing code in my basement… and I count that as a good day!
Just spent $20 on new headphones. Now I’ve lost the charger for my MP3 player. No music for me.
From the happiest city in Canada.
It occurs to me that my theme is very very old. I should fix that.
As soon as I said to myself, in the voice of Harold Zidler, “everything’s going so well”, everything broke. Twice each, at least.
Is it disturbing that my financial records are more accurate than my bank’s?
Ellen is not the fifth. I don’t believe it.
Monday is Malaria Night.
I bought four items at the grocery store and they gave me three plastic bags. Probably a little excessive.
First snow today. First negative temperature tomorrow morning. It’s all downhill from here.
A squirrel ate my muffin!
I think it’s fair to say I’m going to be pissed off for the next 19 days.
Somebody burnt the cupcakes today.
There’s corn in my brownie. This isn’t even a commercial for fortified bread.
My roommate is watching news coverage of the bombings in Islamabad. I’m watching The Wonder Years.
My dryer has three temperature settings—regular, medium, and regular again.
A gypsy just set up camp across the street. She’s offering tarot card readings.
I have an office. It’s almost like a real job.
I wonder how seriously I should take the warning “Do not hang over bed”.
Why does everybody live in North York or require a vagina!?
Gross negligence, I think.
My face is itchy.
“I’m frightened by the devil but I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid.”
Dammit! He… he can still be the mole, right? This is just to throw us off track!
My sister and I agree. Alex is the mole.
Donkey Kong shooting Koopas with frikin laser beams. What’s not to love?
My dog’s a hypocrite. He tries to lick my face but doesn’t like it when I try to lick his.
I googled “astronomy” and got “astrology”. I am not impressed.
Focus, man! Focus!
Hottest guy at the gym + driving a Hummer = not that hot.
My ears make a grinding noise when I move my head. That can’t be good.
I was going to write something… but then it got late.
I just squirted water up my own nose!
Pages that don’t exist sure exist a lot more than they’re supposed to at the moment.
For a while today I thought philosophy was “the gay science”. Turns out I was misled. Bummer.
Oooo, 2.5, all shiny and new.
My orange juice tastes suspiciously tangy today.
Oh, what to do with my life now? I could pack… but I could also sit around and do nothing!
Now if I could make an editing interface this would be totally awesome.
Ok, now it’s not so bad.
Although it uses a lot of freaky hacks.
And it even uses the mySQL database.
I’m writing a plugin!
Mmmm… cookies for dinner.
Mmmm, revello for dinner.
I’ve successfully finished studying for exams by reading every Questionable Content ever. Nice.
Schulich is too hot. Wong is too cold. Why can’t I just write my paper in peace?
How lame is this: I’m reading my own blog instead of going to sleep.
The sun was shining in my face and it felt warm. For a moment, it was almost spring.
I’m doing stuff. Really.
I already have a headache and I haven’t even stayed up all night yet.
Class is cancelled, which means I get an hour and a half more procrastinating time!
I just declined job offer. I don’t know whether to be sorry or mad with power.
I love how I can guess current events based on the frequency of certain google searches that land on my site.
I just got accepted to grad school!
This is going to be one of those days. I’m on my third pair of socks already.
Life isn’t just beans and laundry. It’s about particles too. I best not forget that today.
Gmail just said “Hullo Chaps” to me. Does it always do that?
Procrastinate for a week and in the end, of course, it only takes 30 minutes to do.
Stupid personal statements.
Oh my goodness! The Three Bares are, well, bare!
The finish line is near. I can taste it. But I’m not on board yet. I need more metaphors.
Pre-application accepted. I practically have my doctorate already.
One sentence that doesn’t answer the question, no signature or name of any kind. Thanks for the informative response.
Are you happy now, Ms. Ivisitgregsblogmorethanhedoes?
Why not? Booberfish now has a facebook page.
This is a probably a new low. I wonder if I can get away with it.
The universe is sending me subliminal messages—the number of spam messages in my gmail is equal to the course number of the exam I need to be studying for.
I am an odd, legless, and clearly not that bright, fictional bird creature.
Burnside hates me, but it’s ok. I hate him too.
Bank balance + credit card debt < 0. Time to start rolling coins... or time for a withdrawl from The Bank of Mom.
Ironically, Provigo’s student discount day sent by business to Metro instead.
November 12th, 6:46 am. CBC joined facebook.
I feel all fuzzy.
There’s nothing like drinking 7-up to remind me how much I don’t like 7-up.
Well, this time I only started craving peaches after I got sick. So much for that theory.
It was talking to you.
We got a gold medal at OUAs!
Of all the things people post on facebook walls, requests for fake IDs are probably not the smartest.
Advantage of not having an outdoor dryer vent: my apartment gets nice and toasty warm!
My internets are breaking.
Two pages of dribble is almost like a three page essay, right?
Why is it so hard to deal with something that just plain and simple makes me smile?
I have no maple syrup! Crap. So much for my blueberry pancakes…
Wasn’t the GST supposed to go down another percent this year?
Hot in person, but on facebook… not so much.
I’ve been playing too much Scrabulous on facebook.
The answer is Jean-Paul Sartre. I know, I was surprised too.
I can either read some Jean-Paul Sartre, or watch Death Becomes Her. Guess which will win.
Ah yes. I remember this now.
I love Second Breakfast.
So, should I work on my homework assignment, or watch Knocked Up?
I’m on the cover of J. Mol. Spec.!
My legs will never be the same.
Why am I still procrastinating? It’s 8:30 already!
The football game is over and the whole neighbourhood knows it.
I love how every time at Bleury and Sherbrooke the people start walking and get in the way of people with the advanced green.
It’s just past eight o’clock in the morning and I’m arriving home from what already feels like a long day.
You gotta love sexy new data.
Excuse the delays. Things are happening.
Seriously. Why does everybody have a boyfriend here?
Oh my god, there’s a High School Music 2.
Stupid bugs, cropping up on my last day.
Latest procrastination tool: jyte.com.
Here I was about to write something in the miniblog, and my server goes down. Oh well. I live to write another day.
“I don’t know what I want to be apart from lying down.” —sublethal.net
Ah, that bitter sweet feeling of spending three hours of your life configuring the bloody local network.
… or maybe not so much.
Let’s bring the miniblog back in action, shall we?
After 24 000 spam comments, Akismet made its first false positive today. At least I think it’s the first…
APOD just blew my mind.
My sister used to called me an old man for drinking Earl Grey. I wonder what she’ll saw now that I’ve switched to Lady Grey.
I wonder if the restaurant “Temaki Sushi” actually sells temaki sushi like my host mom used to make.
The triffids are calling me.
I found myself craving Pocari Sweat today. It was weird.
Remember how I was going to bed early? Well, two hours ago I started writing a shell script, and here we are.
I’m tempted to move the post from June 2nd to the 3rd, and make something up to put on June 9th, just to make the pattern perfect.
When Wikipedia goes offline my world collapses.
But it was supposed to be sunny today!
I’m going to a Regatta Gala!
In this case, retrospect is more like a funhouse mirror than 20/20.
Hooray for the sexy anti-iPod. If only I could get it to play nice with Linux.
I’m going to write a blog entry called ‘Background plus Babies’. I don’t know what it’s about but I know I’m going to write it.
The Irish are out and going mad.
I might have just eaten 1000 calories of chocolate.
No, moths are not boy butterflies.
Units are the bane of my existence.
Ball cap, sunglasses, or both? I just don’t know!
I have written the most complicated program ever. Well, at least compared to all the other programs I’ve written.
Dammit, I hate how brushing my teeth makes me hungry.
Word of the day: Gaussianity.
Damn you gas oven, burning my toast!
Akismet has now blocked 20,000 spam comments in less than a year on this site.
I’ve only played twice but already I’m making analogies to Bridge.
Between the gym and my house there’s a MacDonalds. One of these days I’m going to crack and buy eight bacon double cheeseburgers.
The key is boiling the milk with the tea, not adding it after.
Finding out that the book I’m reading now is part of Oprah’s book club makes me want to read it a little less.
I definitely ate that pizza way too fast.
Because of facebook I keep thinking every miniblog needs to begin with “Gregory is…”
Who the hell thought archiving email lists online was a good idea? Worst search results EVER.
I’m beginning to hate configuration files.
I hope this doesn’t count as being fooled twice.
Look at me, I’m doing stuff!
My bookbag smells like bananas.
Cookie Time tells me this is a good place to work.
Cupcake, second cupcake, chocolate cheesecake, cupcake for dessert. An excellent diet if I do say so myself.
Uh-oh. I hear birds outside. I think that means I should be asleep by now and almost ready to wake up. Crap.
There’s nothing like using real Microsoft programs to remind a person why open source versions are worth the trouble.
According to facebook, Stephane Dion has more friends than Stephen Harper. Mua ha.
The verdict is in. Spiderman is cooler than Batman.
But I don’t wanna pack!
“If the monkey catches the coconut”!? This is a physics exam, not a luau!
I’ll stop fidgeting now, I swear.
Wow, I just noticed my site is really really messed up in IE6. Maybe I should fix that.
The power in my apartment is flickering. I’m afraid.
There’s nothing like realising you only need 66% on the final to get an A on the course.
Peanut butter toast and lemon kippers. What a fantastic meal.
And again and again and again.
I know, I’ll watch it again!
How am I supposed to sleep after watching a movie like that?
“When I say we should do something sometime, I’m secretly hoping you’ll say ‘Why not now?’” —xkcd
My raspberry smoothie tastes a little like alcohol, and that disturbs me.
It’s all the same.
There’s a large hole in the sidewalk in front of my building with no warning signs. I think I’ll go break my leg and sue the city!
One of these days I’m going to take my eye out with the TV antenna, and it’ll be no surprise, because I come so close every day as it is.
What do I do with all this time now?
I enjoy that my website can live merrily on without me.
Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with Puffy and Pointy, your friendly neighbourhood Potentials?
Oh my god! I just discovered I can use a new bash like a save-excursion in Emacs Lisp! Cool.
I suppose if 60% of people are still using Internet Explorer, I should fix the IE display problems…
I suppose it would be good to not eat four brownies for supper.
As always, I procrastinated for four hours, and only ended up needing one hour to finish the assignment. Why haven’t I learned that by now?
The election already preempted Corner Gas, they better not preempt The Daily Show or Colbert Report too!
What happened to everybody? That was my lowest day in months!
YOU DON’T OWN ME!
Spite is a perfectly good reason to do something, right?
I’m an “iron fist socialist”. Hooray.
That’s it Videotron, you’re done.
How many ways can you say curvature? Metric, connection, Reimann tensor, Ricci scalar, Ricci tensor… oh what fun.
I’m not lazy. I’m just phase-delayed.
Here I was, about to have an afternoon snack to tide me over until supper, and I notice it’s almost 7. I’m a very efficient procrastinator.
Wait a minute. Fish don’t have teeth. Nemo couldn’t possibly have grabbed onto that plant. Then how did he make it out alive? HOW!?
Who doesn’t love a good oompa, oompa, oompapa?
April 2nd. Crap.
“It is a mystery and it will make you dizzy.”
Go to the library and get a new one!
What does one do with no book to read?
I say it to myself… but I don’t mean it.
That burp tasted like bananas! Cool.
Well, there goes an hour of reading xkcd instead of doing my philosophy assignment.
The superintendent is yelling at me for something that’s his own fault. Fantastic!
I’m practically a celebrity.
Ow. I need shoes with better traction.
I need a new dipping vegetable. Beta carotene overdose!
There’s 3 feet of snow outside and the snowflakes are like cotton balls. I wish I were 10.
So much for waking up at 9 today.
This is the day I’ve been waiting for.
Apologies. Ignore the weird errors. Comments don’t work. But it should be fixed by midnight.
Damn file space problems again. Where did that 50 meg file come from anyway?
PS. And some songs are just sexy!
Damn. I didn’t win the lottery. Now I have to replan my entire life.
Well that’s a relief.
From wartime attrocities to shirtless movie stars. I’m kind of all over the map here, aren’t I?
The bots have fixed my database.
I’m having database issues. Comments etc won’t work for the time being, but I’m working on it.
100 crunches, eat a brownie. Another 100 crunches, eat another brownie. I love this workout plan.
I went for a random walk and got lost in a forest of parenting blogs.
Maple season is here!
It’s amazing how many songs on my playlist I don’t actually know.
I was going to work on philosophy today. So much for that.
I plan to avoid using my mouse at all costs.
What’s this about Mrs. Robinson now?
I just became one of those crazy angry customers the customer service guy is going to make fun of at break!
New layout is up. Forgive me while I iron out the details.
Oh my god, that was crazy. But I’m sure nobody even noticed. It is almost 3:00. I should be asleep.
What the hell is going on here!?
Huh. My apartment smells like rockets today. That’s a new one.
Sometimes I think I might be an insomniac. Then I realise that to not be able to sleep, I’d have to try to go to sleep.
The world is full of possibilities again.
Happy… Flag Day? Sure, why not. Everybody loves another statutory holiday.
Maybe I’ll win a million dollars.
Astrophysics makes me crave bananas.
“I’m in the middle of a very important sandwich!”
I need some chicken like a parrot needs some chicken. You heard me.
I just saw a Muppet with a Burberry umbrella. My world is falling apart.
My drink tastes like soap.
Ten articles to read… ten articles to go. I’ve had a very productive day.
Plans are made to be broken. It’s a law of nature.
I’m building up to something big and boring here.
Is anybody else impressed that I get 600kB/s downloads from the ubuntu repositories?
If only I knew how tensors transform.
Nothing like swimming laps to remind how bad you are at breathing.
Damn you Hilbert and your axiomatic systems.
Harry Potter! Deathly Hallows! July 21st! Woo!
I approximated the Earth to be a point particle composed entirely of hydrogen today.
This blog is is 4 years, 12 months, 1 days old. I think my code needs to be tweaked a bit.
Things I hear on CBC Radio One in the morning: “Hey you mass of ectoplasm!”
Is there blueberry extract in my shampoo?
OpenID all the way, baby.
Linux + Y = Japanese input. Find Y. Seriously, somebody please find Y for me.
I’m drowning in McGill bureaucracy, painfully slowly. It doesn’t make the slightest sense.
Could I be wearing any more clothes? It would probably help at -31 degrees.
I’m missing twelve minutes of somebody else’s life.
I haven’t miniblogged in a while. Mini mini mini! That should do for a day.
Who do I have to satisfy to get a function around here?
Da da da da da. da da da da da, dada da da da, da dada da DA da da da, da Da DA DAA DADADADAA!
So I was looking at a stranger’s photos on Facebook when I thought to myself, “hmm, I’ve been in that kitchen.” I need to go do something else now.
“I was like helloooo!” Thanks Meghan. Thanks a lot.
A thousand songs in this playlist and I’m sick of everything.
Yes, I could grill some chicken with rice and make a salad. But I could also eat leftover pizza.
“I don’t know, it’s your character flaw, not mine.” -Chloe on 24.
Oreos, even low fat ones on sale, are never a good idea.
Has Jack Bauer gone soft? Say it ain’t so!
It was free in a cereal box. What can I say?
The bleeding has stopped, but now my skin is green.
Oh crap. I’m bleeding.
When I say “I’m not going to eat any more pringles,” what I really mean is, “I’m going to eat the whole damn tube.”
Spray painting indoors isn’t a health hazard, is it?
I should start writing real things. People like real things, right?
Yes! I’m in!
Arranging the dirty dishes more neatly on the counter is just as productive as actually washing them, right? I mean, it looks like less of a mess.
Wow, FHHS. I’m flattered.
Has anybody else ever tried to turn up the volume on their stereo and accidentally walked across the room and turned off the light instead? No? Just me? Fine, forget it.
Are the L and T really necessary in a BLT?
I have got to stop watching 24 right before bed.
I have twelve condiments, sour milk, and half a cup of butter. Maybe I should get groceries.
I should probably be using this time to do all the things I won’t have time for when school starts. But then what will I do to procrastinate?
Why can’t Kim Bauer go more than twenty minutes without getting kidnapped?
Home less than two hours and already my kitchen smells like burning.
I definitely should be either packing or sleeping right now. Only 13 hours before I’m on the bus back to Montreal.
Damn. Now I have to watch the whole 24 hours again.
708 spam messages in my inbox today. Gmail spam filters must be taking the holidays off.
There’s always something with you, isn’t there?
I’ve never wanted, no, needed, anything more than this.
I’m domesticated now!
This is why I don’t deal with video drivers.
I love getting my shiny bits!
Well there’s nothing else to do.
I think I was going to say something about breasts, but the thought is lost now.
I’m excited already. This is definitely reason to call Meghan.
This doppelgÃ¤nger business is getting kind of creepy.
“Nothing brings people together like a Christmas Lung Fungus.” –Bones
Nothing to report.
I should definitely go to Provigo at 7 am more often. It smells like wonderful.
If the weather doesn’t get back on track I might move to Winnipeg.
The holiday begins today
Is electromagnetic radiation really that important? When do we ever use light, electricity, radio, x-rays, or microwaves in everyday life anyway?
There, are you happy now?
I’ll blog about something eventually, I swear.
Turns out he does know who I am.
After my exam tomorrow I get to have some Sxy fun with Charley. Awesome.
3000 mg of sodium in one meal doesn’t feel all that good.
Tonight I learned that some animals are seriously messed up.
“The other backwards, Gordon!”
Who ordered this? The OC has no right to preempt Grey’s Anatomy.
Haha, I’m totally hogging the Burnside printer. Hooray for 156 pages of lecture notes.
You can add laundry to the list of things not getting done today. No clean socks for me tomorrow.
You lose again! It’s “lose”, not “loose”.
You lose, Audrey! It’s spelled lackadaisical!
What’s a “godo day” and why do I keep saying that I’m having one?
My appartment now smells like a combination of everything I’ve eaten for the last 18 hours. In other words, kinda gross.
It turns out there are MP3s of me singing floating around the internet. Slightly disquieting to say the least.
Snow! For real this time!
Uploaded new galleries for all to see.
I like almost being a settee slug, even if it does sound rather unattractive.
Yes, I am watching Corronation Street. What of it?
This is so strangely satisfying.
Linux, why do you have to be such a Prima Donna?
It was a good day until I remembered the assignments still to do.
Loving Linux more and more each day.
Arthur Gordon Pym read and reviewed. Short story: don’t bother.
Strange as it may be I’m in the mood for some Mama Cass.
“Logic turns me on. I want to Sxy you all night long.” – Charley Ferrari
I got a free chocolate timbit today, but it wasn’t quite as good as meeting Shelagh. Awww.
Why haven’t I cut my hair yet?
I know it won’t stick, but at least it’s finally snowing.
I love the internet.
“I just met three firemen at the grocery store and I’m going back to their station with them.” Cliche gay porn? Nope! Take Home Chef.
I just discovered shell aliases. Do you think I can have too many?
There’s nothing quite like a good bastardisation of your name to go down in the record books.
Installing a quicktime plugin has ruined my life. Now all I do is watch movie trailers.
Since when does “High School Musical” count as classical music?
Mmmm, salt water, refreshing!
There’s no such thing as moderation when it comes to those coffee crisp cookies.
It’s true – Christmas carols make me want to buy things.
Why, VIA Rail, why do you have to hate Saint Johners so much?
What would Brian Boitano do?
Soylent green is people!
This is worse than a house arrest ankle bracelet.
Not a Sunday in a park covered with trees, but I’ll take it.
Dang it, Meghan, you made me burn my muffins!
3 friend requests, 6 event invitations. I just can’t be bothered.
I want cupcakes too.
For an operating system more stable than Windows, it just gets messed up a lot. Then again, I might be incompetent.
This week on House: Their most bizarre case yet! Seriously this time. No, come on, seriously. Stop laughing! We mean it!
Admittedly strange at 7/8 time, there’s nothing I enjoy more than walking to the beat of Judas’s righteous anger.
Maybe I should get a singing telegram.
Where can I get trained monkeys to do ballet?
Twenty to four and I’ve only finished breakfast… I really need to go to the library.
Can I just wear my comforter around all day? Here’s to trying.
Look at me, I’m on Ubuntu!
Look at me, I’m on Windows!
Get over it! I’d rather be on the bottom, doing the things the UK does.
I wish I was better at poetic analysis.
James Blunt’s “Goodbye My Lover” makes me crave won tons. Odd.
Gilmore Girls night is back! I have the coolest friends ever.
Is Kentucky really on the way between Ontario and Montreal?
Apropos. A word which never really makes sense no matter how many times I look up the definition.
Popcorn: a not entirely unhealthy snack. Good enough for me.
Three weeks to the due date… should I procrastinate now, or later?
October 1970: Just watch it.
Oh, CBC Promo Girl and Disembodied Voice Man, you can always cheer me up.
Just when I thought things were looking, at least, not further down, another crippling blow.
Nothing like classic literature as read by the Simpsons. “Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’.”
What do I know about epistemology? Just that it fascinates and annoys me at the same time.
According to the footer my blog has aged 32 years overnight. How nice.
Well that was not fun. Not fun at all.
“Everybody wants something they’ll never give up!”
Attention physicists! Stop saying “Dynamical”! It’s already an adjective without the “-al”.
Study? Me? Don’t be crazy…
I need to get back into my groove.
I miss having a hard drive.
Is it irrational to be afraid that the mussels are going to bite me?
I think Windows might be gone for good.
Corner Gas is more important than studying for midterms. I stand by it.
“My name is Hiro Nakamura and I’m from the future.”
Assignment, midterm, poster, return book. I shouldn’t have slept in today.
Cream cheese for supper, and pringles for dessert. It’s midterm season, folks.
Problem solved. The solution was more cookies. Make a note of it.
I’ve got the taste of bacon now and the only solution is more bacon.
My laptop is running linux now. Who saw that coming?
The package says not to cook raw Pilsbury cookie dough in the microwave, but it doesn’t say anything about eating it without cooking it at all…
Working with Microsoft Office: Significant swearing required.
I wonder if I’ll ever remember what any of these miniblog entries refer to.
Why do you hate me, Youtube?
“Hello!? Didn’t I mention he was in musical theatre?”
I wonder if it’s bad that I feel like breaking into a rousing rendition of “It’s All The Same”.
Make one batch of stuffing and your whole apartment smells like thanksgiving.
Rolllback Part 3 is out! I can feed my addiction once again!
More applicants than positions. That’s life.
What kind of what is that!?
Procrastinating 5 hours and counting…
Curse you elliptic integrals! CURSE YOU!
Looks like the heat might be coming on soon :(
Believe it or not, I learned something about sports from Will and Grace tonight.
Holy hell I’m under attack!
Such a slacker. I’ve been on my way to the gym for three hours.
Queen of the Night Aria = impossible. Even in falsetto and/or down several octaves.
Tropical poisonous spiders are loose in my apartment. I’m sure of it.
Back into my old habits.
I think there are tropical poisonous spiders in my grapes.
Third time’s the charm, I swear to god I’m buying a washing machine this time.
Refrigerating apples: not as smart as you think.
The secret to my studying is having people around to judge me.
“I am against religion because it teaches us to be satisfied with not understanding the world.” -Richard Dawkins
I just derived the diameter of an electron to be a billion million kilometers. This will revolutionize physics!
♪ Working in Tim Hortons on E and M, working in Tim Hortons on E and M! ♪
Another pseudoproductive day. Dang.
I know there’s only so many times I can check my email before it gets sad, but I keep doing it anyway.
3003 songs, 7.8 days, 5.78 gigs.
What’s that, you say? Time for some Kerry Dancing? Alright!
Cosmetics tip: Ingesting something and rubbing it on your skin are not the same thing.
Gym membershipified once again. No excuses now.
Well, it turns out I actually *do* need to know partial differential equations.
Raspberry seeds + otherwise delicious smoothy = kind of annoying
Damn you carpal tunnel syndrome!
I love days as “productive” as today was.
Damn it I burnt my bacon.
There’s nothing like supper on someone else’s tab.
Swiffer: Not a very good mop.
For the love of God! “Altho”, “nite”, “thru”, “r”, and “u” are NOT REAL WORDS.
There’s nothing quite like coming home to an apartment that smells like kippers fried in hot sauce.
That’s two, two moldy loaves of bread.
Do carrot sticks go with a banana neopolitan milkshake? I think I’ll find out.
Oh hell. No clean dishes for me again today.
Doubt doubt doubt.
I need to find a piano.
“Goodbye, goodbye / And every eye is dry / Leaving there’s no grieving / Just a rainbow in the sky / Goodbye, goodbye”
My apartment is stuffy and smells like cantaloupe. That can’t be good.
“Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me / I want to be dirty / Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me / Creature of the night”
Argyle print boardshorts? Apparently.
I can damn well listen to Linda Eder singing “I Don Quixote” for seven hours on repeat if I damn well please.
I have no motivation to clean my apartment when I don’t have homework to procrastinate from.
Of course I’m not scheduling my life around “reality” television. What gave you that idea? *awkward laugh* … Stop looking at me!
“I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha. Destroyer of evil am I.”
I just spent $60 on groceries and I still have nothing to snack on.
I hate packing.
I hate it when people are good looking.
I realised today that it’s not the temperature that makes the weather cold, it’s the derivative.
My false teeth tried to eat me.
“Please stop saying I sprang from your loins.”