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Okay, here's a warning, but remember in the last entry when I said I was restless? The worm fucking turned, and now I'm cranky, asthmatic, and neurotic. And I have no fucking clue why. I think I'm getting bi-polar.
Maybe it's because my sleep schedule is finally reverting back to normal, ie. the sun's up and I'm still awake.
You know how bad it's getting? I'm downloading the MP3 of the new Backstreet Boys song.
I can explain. It's an experiment. Honestly. I've been watching a hella lotta MTV lately and that's all I see. Even my fucking girlfriend bought the goddamn CD, at least from Costco, and basically, I want to understand society.
I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. Even worse, I have no idea what I should be doing. I start doing one thing, then I think I should be doing something else. Is this some strange strain of Attention Deficit Disorder that I've contracted?
I'm extremely pissed off at Dental Chick. Just like I knew, she was sitting on her ass, playing Zelda instead of looking for the chapter I wrote and left in her care. And she's going off at me about, "Don't make me feel worse than I do." Uh gee, if you really felt bad, you'd be straightening you're pigsty of a fucking apartment trying to find the pages I specifically wrote for you, instead of panicking about a Boss that swoops out of pictures.
I was supposed to go gym with them, but for once, thank God, I was thrilled to get a phone call from Ball And Chain.
Crabby Boba and IG-88 were over for board games and beer, which I desperately needed.
I finally beat Crabby Boba in Scrabble.
I watched Vanilla Ice go bonkers on MTV. That was pretty darn cool.
As I was driving down to the house, I suddenly got this urge to go to Wal-Mart and buy Episode One action figures. And that Comm Link thing too so I could hear them talk. So there I was trying to figure out how I can schedule a trip to Wal-Mart and get to Ball And Chain's place on time.
I don't remember making a decision but I didn't quite make it to Wal-Mart.
Should I go gym? Are you supposed to lift weights with alcohol in your system? Even if you're NOT drunk? Is that supposed to be dangerous like drinking booze in a hot tub or something?
I'm loosing it.
I need to make a rigorous schedule for myself and stick to it. This summer shit's got me all over the place.
I seriously want to kill Dental Chick. But I seriously should make an effort to be nice since her birthday is coming up. But do I really have to buy her fucking dinner too AND get her those fucking hard to find Japanese import CDs she wants? I think it should be an either/or situation: either the CDs or the party boat from that Japanese restaurant. One or the other. Spoiled fucking bitch. Sometimes I seriously wish the Filipino would commit and marry her cause ever since their situation became on again, off again, she's been so goddamn bitchy. Between her and the Good Mother, I don't know which one needs therapy more.
You know how they say pets and their owners begin to look alike or get similar or whatever? That's how it's turning out with Dental Chick and her dog. She rescued the dog from the pound and you know how Second Chance dogs are: they're all needy and clingy and high strung.
Hell, I should talk about being high strung. I think I need therapy.
Is Attention Deficit Disorder for real or is it just an excuse for being a pain in the ass?
Should I have bought the Black Mask soundtrack from CDNow?
I got to see the Jennifer Lopez video again. Cartman's right. You can see her nipple towards the end when she's wearing that lacey blue dress. And what a waste of a perfectly good tangerine Imac.
Someone. Help.
I need to calm down. I really should lift weights. No, I should try and sleep and listen to Sting.
Why the fuck am I so edgy? Did I take something? I feel like I'm on some sort of amphetemine hangover.
I know why. I finally opened the Darth Maul cup holder from Taco Bell and I have him sitting on my monitor. I'm being possessed by Sith midichondria. I'm turning towards the Dark Side. Fear is the path that leads to the Dark Side...
Notting Hill was probably not quite what people expected. I really liked it though. It's always nice to hear limeys swear. "HOLY FUCK!"
