boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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on saturday i went shopping with my mom & my aunt. after a while my sister drove in from school & we all shopped together. my sister had the worst pms ever & i wanted to bitch-slap her the entire time. i'm maybe the world's worst shopper because i just hate to do it. typically, i know what i want, i walk into the store & get it, and leave. but these people go in every store & pick up everything. fucking hate that.
come to think of it, i might be the world's best shopper. but this is neither here nor there.
after a day of going into stores i would never spend any of my money at, we decide to go out to eat. don pablo's is the lucky establishment and we head out for an evening of food & fun. or something. we get drinks & queso & food & drinks & salsa & drinks & food. so fat & stuffed like a sick little piggy by the time we left.
from there we went to michael's (craft store) and i bought a wood birdhouse (in your soul. which, by the way, was in my head the entire time i was painting. truthfully, it still is.) for $5 and some paint (purple & bright green) and some mod podge. mod podge not only has a fucking cool name, it's actually a pretty spiffy product, too. it's described as "a waterbase sealer, glue and finish for all surfaces.." and so i painted 2 or 3 coats of paint on my birdhouse & slapped on some mod podge & i have in my hands a sassy little home for some lucky swallow. i made it for my mom. :)
i am crafty.
tomorrow is another 12 hour day but i'm a survivor. i just hope that tuesday is like, 7 - 1 or something. i hate closing that place. on friday when we were getting ready to go, the power went out and the doc was in the midst of anesthesizing (spelling from casperwoo) a patient so he just kept going. it was so freaky. anyhow, point of the story, i didn't get out of there until late. totally fucking retarded.
ever have those days where the word fucking is used way too much? that's how i feel today.
mmmok, today i went to garden ridge with mom & found this quilt i sorta liked for $20. a quilt for fucking $20!! isn't that amazing? i think so too! anyhow, i decided i shouldn't spend money on that now because i'm having to pay my roommates bills. my life is poop on a stick.
10:52 p.m. - 2001-08-19
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