Thursday, September 2, 2010

where the fuck are the flying cars?

i deleted my facebook account today. or should i say, deactivated until further notice. i took it a step farther and saved all my pics to a thumb stick so i virtually no reason to log back in. most of the people i enjoyed talking to deleted their stupid accounts to. a lot of people are like "why" and to address the question, im simply saying because i want to get back to a life without so much technology. i forgot whats all out there but once i remember, ill blog about it. which by the way, aside from my phone, the blog is the only thing ill be keeping. once i remember my myspace account ill go in there, save some pics and delete that sucker too.
this might also be my spiteful retaliation to losing internet access at the apartment. who knows.


michael comes home today. that's pretty awesome cus i get my comrade back. the past three weeks were seriously like super eventful, super boring, super emotional and super nothing-at-all-happened-but-kind of-a-lot-changed. 
if nothing else, i learned how to sleep alone again. 


i got my offer letter from that company today. the salary is better than this company but its also a lot more demanding. we'll see how that goes. i wore my red converse shoes to work today as opposed to the noisy heels i normally wear. now im all stealthy n shit. earl spent like four minutes laughing his ass off because im wearing the company shirt today. it is pretty comical.


so i am still trying to do shit out of my comfort zone on a daily basis. if i want to wear my hair easy i make myself curl it if i want to nap i make myself go do something 
i think everyone should consider trying this. everyones use to their bubble. fuck that. do something you dont know. go get lost driving around and figure out how to get home before you starve to death without using gps (which in my care hardly ever works)


aw man. ive been obsessively washing my hands and now theyre all dry n shit. whoa, is it the weekend yet? i just want to sleep.


fuck this noise. im crawling under the desk george constanza style.

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