This is too fucking funny.

Here.

Flaming bitch from hell!

So, there's one day left.

And there was much rejoicing. Big was good enough to leave his posh ass Dodge Intrepid in my charge for the duration of his trip and I was good enough to do something funky to cause the battery to die when I went to drive it back to student parking across the street. So guess what I'll be doing today?

It just hit me that I had Spring Break assignments for English class. Dammit. I have to have a third draft of an essay profiling my hometown during the Jamboree (skewww!) and I haven't the faintest idea of where to start. Good stuff. I also have to put together a folder of all of my works thus far, with all of their prewriting stages, and a disk containing all of my final drafts. This instructor is great. Just fucking great (gratuitous sarcasm).

Just forget the fact that I had all week to plan and work on this, k? K.

Anywho, I'm off to Wallyworld to purchase a new car battery and do the Rosie thing and install it myself. Booyah!

Oh yeah, I had this really great post about a girl at work whom I'll refer to as "Flaming Bitch From Hell" (I really do refer to her as such like, 7 times. Anyway...) Well, because blogger tends to suck from time to time, the server was down and it didn't' save.

And since I'm not mad anymore, attempting a rewrite would be stupid.

And I won't be working with her anymore, she's left TCU to go to the psych-ward.

Where she belongs.

ZING!

Close your eyes and I'll be on my way...

So, I took Big to the airport yesterday. I've never done a drop off or a pick up before, but I'm under the impression that that's a very "girlfriend" thing to do, right? I'm a depression spender, and yesterday I traded in my faithful Gameboy Advance SP for a Nintendo DS.

I am the Yu-Gi-Oh! master.

I'm also tearing ass on Big's copy of Wario Ware Touched.

Even though Hypercube sucked, Cube was great, and I bought Cube Zer0. I haven't watched it yet, but it seems to be more with the original Cube movie, so it's gotta be good.

It can't be worse than Hypercube.

I've taken to referring to Big as my "psudo-boyfriend" when discussing him with others. I don't particularly think it's rude, but it is fricking true. We do so much together- like boyfriends and girlfriends do -but we don't have titles.

And that's fine, I suppose.

I'd really really really really like to have that title, to be introduced as "my girlfriend *****" blah blah, but I know better than to push it.

I do tell him that I'm the best psudo-girlfriend he'll ever have.

*sigh*

Four days left...

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For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I have become absolutely addicted to john's wife's website.

It's crazy, but I can't get enough of their perfect freaking lives. Yes, I know, (and before you post something smart-ass, john.) NO ONE is perfect. But if I had to point out someone who oh, let's see... graduated from college doing something he loves and is good at, is actually working in a field that resembles his major, is married to a hot chick whom he desperately loves, has traveled bookoos of places and who is able to suppress his hateball for the world long enough to actually say about his wife, "god she isn't she pretty?" (or something like that)... that would be john.

Bastard.

I'm off to dreamland where, even there, I am a complete pathetic loser.