I Skipped Fun By Accident
You know that whole thing Dylan is talking about, with the fun and pressumo and Jim and everything?
Well, I've been dying to see Jim too. It's been so long! He even wrote me these sweet, like, LOVE letters on friendster about how much he missed me and how much fun we were going to have when he got home.
But between winter sucking all the juice out of my body and my dog turning me in to a morning person, I went to bed at 8pm last night.
EIGHT PEE EM ON A SATURDAY NIGHT. BECAUSE I WAS TIRED ENOUGH TO FALL ASLEEP.
I woke up at Seven this morning. Check out the time of this entry. I'm not even fucking lying to you.
Will someone pick me up so we can take my dog to the pound together? I should be waking up at noon for chrissakes!
7am! On a Sunday! FUCK!
I don't wake up this motherfucking early on workdays! Do you understand how upsetting this is?!
Do you!?
This is GOATSE upsetting.
EAT THIS, FUCKERS!
