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2:06 p.m. - 06.03.04 As I watched my best friend (TV) yesterday I was assaulted on so many levels by the shear terror of what VH1 put on screen. I went to get my pop-tart out of the vending machine this morning. I typed in the letter and the number and instead of a Pop-Tart it was Starburst� Okay I said that really sucks I don�t even like Starburst. So I put more money in and typed in the number again�YET AGAIN a Starburst fell. Alright I hadn�t had coffee yet this morning so maybe I�m reading the thing incorrectly. Nope, yep it said F4 I typed in F-fucking-Four (that be a lot of fs) Starburst was supposed to be E4�I put another 75 cents into the demon machine and I finally got my Pop-Tart. Now I�m looking at it and I don�t even want the stupid thing. Anybody want a Pop-Tart? I�ll DHL it to you. How about some Starburst? As I�m reading Television without pity today I kept getting this weird feeling that something was moving off to my left. I�d look nothing would be there�so I continued reading. Yet there it was again. I stare at the already creepy ad with Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie and realize they are blinking at me. Damn you fox. Are you good for anything? The boss hasn�t extended me yet so basically I�m working for free up here. GRRRR I don�t need this. Today has officially started sucking. Harry Potter tonight�possibly but probably not, though they don�t have a problem with me leaving I don�t know if we�ll be able to get tickets now. I need to get a credit card. Well the Parks Mall has tickets still available. I fucking hate Arlington but I�ll suffer. Oh yes I will.
Dear Mr. Cosby- Will you please be my dad this week? Thanks Elizabeth
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