also really hates her computer.
really hates her art classes.
a 0% chance of becoming a Jehovah's Witness, but if you stop me outside in the middle of 1° weather the chance drops into the negative.
not that happy about this art project.
how in order to tell Wal-Mart I'm sick I have to call a 1-800 number that connects me to the store rather than directly calling the store.
the lady who lives upstairs gave us an acorn squash.
I get up just about noon, my head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes and then walk...
having some motherfucking meatloaf for dinner!!!
why my computer doesn't know how to use the speakers it came with.