Just another stupid thing that I've done wrong.
Locked up in my head. Knocked down, beaten, left for dead,
With all those brilliant things I should have said.
I've got to get away and find something to do,
Cause everything I hear, everything I see reminds me of you.
Still counting the days I've been without you, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Still counting the days that you've been gone.
Day one was no fun
Day two I hated you
By day three I wish you'd come right back to me.
Day four five and six, well I guess you just don't give a shit
Day seven this is hell, this is hell
There is nothing going on.
Except people being weird. Let me make a list of the people who do not have a right to know who talks to/goes out with/kisses whom. Nidhi, Suleman, Randy, Myself, Julia, Laura, Billy, shit, basically everyone but Robby's Linda, and that's what makes the whole thing really ironic. I've decided not to be a bitch. Not to tell TWO girls that I know something that could easily piss them off. I just don't like being the bearer of bad news. Everyone, just leave eveyone else alone. Jesus.
I'm watching "Real Sex 18" right now. Mostly because I want to, but a lot because I can't change the channel on the tv without physically touching the cable box, and I just feel that's too primitive. Kind of like fax machines.
Um. Billy was drunk today. I made him lunch and he punched me. Yes, there was a sequence of events that I skipped, but if "the queen of the dammed" can do it, then so can I.
Laura says funny things. So does Lauren.
That being said, I'm going to go. I have to get up at six in the a m tomorrow to play with children. I want to, but at the same time I have to.
I'm really enjoying this series of Non Sequitur (translated means "random") so here is another. I just like this girl. Have a good day.
