it seems we're running out of time;

[rocknload]

Man, I'm such a goddamn idiot. I kind of want to spend the next couple hours in bed and ignore it, though, 'cause... just 'cause. I'm becoming that kind of person, apparently. Not like I have work at four, or anything.

Edit: But, in more optimistic news--which actually kind of compounds the suck, but we'll ignore that--we have a Wii. And by we, I mean Bryce, until I can actually afford to pay him back for my half. The fact that he found on at three on a Friday afternoon? Freakin' amazing.

You know what? Never mind. I have a new message.

Fuck my life..

Comments

[goyutasama.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better and if you need to talk... well, you can talk to me if you want.

[technobubblegum.livejournal.com]

live infamy: HI. guess who this is.
live infamy: . . . OR NOT
CrimsonAbsol: Oh, sorry! The window didn't flash
live infamy: SURE. YOU JUST HATE ME.
CrimsonAbsol: Brittany? XD
CrimsonAbsol: (well, you said guess who)

[unicorn]

I'll be on later. I need to tell you about the jukebox police.

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

Brittany, did you change your screen name again?

[yamiaudra.livejournal.com]

What's up?

That's cool you got a Wii! How much?

[destructively.livejournal.com]

That just suddenly made me think of SuperBad, ohgod.

Fogell likes spills beer everywhere in the liquor store and the janitor comes over;

"...Is there a problem, sir?"
"N-no, no problems.."
"...Did you do this. On the floor."
"No, of course n-not. You know you really oughta clean this up, someone could hurt themselves!" *moves away*
"...Fuck my life..."