2001-12-10
bake.
Damn hours. Of everything.

My house is just. I love it during the winter. It's just cozy, too bad I have to spend most of my time elsewhere. Evil institution of school, where people get angry if I say what's really on my mind.

Work is just getting tiresome. I hope some new people start there soon. Nice new people. Not creepy potheads that don't seem to bathe. Or bitchy girls either. Yawn. Everyone is so damn competitive.

In gym, they played jock jams. I was going to hit someone.

On a brighter note, I'm looking forward to the little christmas gathering that my friends and I are all having within the next two weeks sometime.

I still need a tree. And some cookies.

Posted by Maleta at 4:41 p.m.