i hate complaining on such a nice sunny day. well, actually i don't

you see, i have this big issue with my life right now.

I HAVE VERY FEW FEMALE FRIENDS!!!! this poses a huge issue for me, as i am into all things girl. i have really picky taste. its hard to find a girlfriend who has the same taste and knows about all of the girly things you do, and likes them and owns some of them.

(there were 3 other people on, AND, they just signed off. maybe people just dislike me.)

anyway, (e:hodown) , is my number one girly friend. but, we have different tastes living wise. (e:tina) is moving away soon, and i fear we will never see each other again, and (e:deeglam) , is practically married, and we live far from each other as well.

you all know what this means? my mom is going to have to be a girl with me. she has no choice. i have to have someone else around who wants to talk makeup and lets me do theirs...

i know what you are all thinking... "that was a meaningless post." it means something to me people, and thats all that matters. and just to juice it up, i will leave you with this! happy friday peaches.

two months baby!!!! im so excited to move! not that i don't love the blo. I've been thinking about how i really want to see the world, at least before global warming kills us all.

i can't wait to live in a sunny place and hike all the time. im excited to be around family more, and just start over in general.

it gives me that, anything is possible feeling...


p.s. cannot take fat-ass to az, must get in shape. must be prepared to wear little clothing. i need some adderall, or however you spell it.

why did i agree to come and do meds today and tomorrow???? what is wrong with me??? now, i have ruined the weekend. ruined it! i was up at 7 today, and will be up at 630 tomorrow, for goddamn fucking work. fuck me, but not that way.

i always get this job itch, where i feel like i need a new one after a while. i feel that coming on, and luckily i'm moving in two months and can fulfill that need quite soon.

umm, i don't think that whole facbook thing is even going to happen. im really just going to go with this whole being single thing and continue to enjoy life. looking back on all of the boy drama, it was so not worth it. shedding all of those tears for no reason. i wouldnt feel like they were wasted if the tears were shed for all of the dying children in africa, or something useful, but it was all wasted energy. so, moral of the story? have fun and hang with friends, and if they make you cry, you can yell at them and get new ones, and you won't be missing the sex.

ok. what are these funky new colors here? watermelon? it's kind of disturbing.

my mom is going to paint her new house crazy colors. like, my room pink and hot pink, and a red wall out in the hallway. a brown and blue and gold bathroom??? wtf??? im trying to get ahold of her before this disaster happens. i can't let it happen. she needs design help; stat. (e:hodown) thinks that it is funny. it wasn't funny having a white, green, and black sponge-painted room from the age of 11-20.
it's still not funny. sponge painting is like a perm; it seems like a good idea, but all said and done, you will regret it.

i was wasting time waiting for the bus this morning and went to walgreens. revlon has this new line of cosmetics, and the whole line is priced over 10 bucks. wtf??? who does revlon think they are??? they are certainly not stila or benefit. i say that they can shove it, becasue i am not ever spending 11 bucks on their eyeshadow, when i can buy much better stuff at sephora. plus, the packaging sucks. who is their package designer??? who will spend 15 bucks on one drugstore makeup item? if that person is you, you are getting screwed.

this could possibly be my longest post ever. you thought i was done? think again...

i've been holding back on saying this, because someone might want to kill my first born. but, i really hate the sabres. i hate that there are signs everywhere. i hate that such a useless thing takes in so much money. i hate that sports are kind of scary and violent. i never liked mullets,or the smelly hockey players who have them. i don't like the colors of the sabres uniforms. i hate the ugly oversized jerseys i see men and women walking around in. i don't like people yelling and cheering when i am trying to have a drink or eat something; it casues indigestion. why do people drop everything for the sabres? we know we are not going to win. buffalo never wins. thats why i love buffalo. its a town filled with fat crazy people and beautiful old buildings that everyone wants to tear down. can't buffalo just ride on the fact that we are a town full of alcoholic, fried food loving people? we never win the championship. and, if you are angry ant me for saying this, more power to you. maybe you can chanel your anger into something good, like cheering extra loud for the game today. or punching a fan of the other team, when they say the sabres suck.

next time i see you. don't mention them, or any other sports team. i don't care and i never did, and i'm sorry i ever pretended to care.

this is (e:tina) 's thang, so come to support her! last mintue notice!

so, i think i may be obsessed with facebook. oh, the voyeuristic ways of my life.

anyway. i get a new message from some random person every couple days. the last guy to message me turns out to be super hot, in his pictures. am i crazy enough to meet up with this guy? is that considered weird? desperate?

i just don't have much time aside from my school/work schedule to meet people in places beside bar, which we all know, is not the best idea. anyway, i called him,. he called me, we finally ended up talking. he can hold a conversation, doesn't appear to be a complete dumbass and could turn out to be super hot!

should i meet him?

this makes me very nervous. my palms get sweaty just thinking about it. i think i should just go for it though. the fact that i am 23, in my prime hotness years and have been without any interesting man news in the past four months is getting to be too much for me.

and if we do meet up, there will definitely be a drink or two needed before hand.

p.s. chicken and porn night at the pink on monday nights is quite possible the most fun thing ever!