2005-01-05
maybe if i was a geologist in sweatpants
I don't want to make this an angry entry. But I hate Ryan with at least 2/4 of my soul. Yeah, you have to reduce that fraction Mr. Slickman I know that. Le sigh.
Apparently he doesn't want to go to the dance because he doesn't like dances. Riddle me this batmonkey, why did he go with me last year if he hates dances? Why did he have such a shake booty time last year and this year changes his mind? Bahh, timid little bitchface.
Didn't I say I wasn't going to be angry about this? I must have lied again. Seriously, somedays the old pathological comes back into me. I need a shot of gin for courage and another shot for love.
The end of the rant. The end of the lecture, the end of the tyrade. Anger evaporation commence.
This has been your intimidating diarist. Grrahh, me so scary.
Quote of the day:"You look like a geologist. A geologist in sweatpants."-[Me to Jessie]
French phrase of the day:Mais pourquoi? Comment? Avec qui?(may poor kwaqh? koh mah(n)? ah vek kee?)But why? How? With whom?