wanted to sleep.
had all the lights off. no soda before bed. took sleeping pill.
still up.
i am scheduled for 16 hours of work this week. that's all. 16 bloody hours. the rant about me not being able to live off that aside, wtf am i going to do with all that time?
GAH! i'm so hating everything right now.
Tyra Banks is starting to annoy me. She has another one of those "Grrl, this is not fat! This is pleasantly plump. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. Let's bring out some women that are heavier than me so they can tell you how beautiful they are!" shows.
Tyra Banks is sorda fat. now, let's get a few things straight. i am a huge um...glop of a human being. I'm cool w/that. okay, i'm not cool with that. i want to be a size zero and shop at hollister and play the xylaphone on my ribs. And, I love me some Tyra, as previously stated in many a post. But omgiwanthertoshutthefuckup!
she keeps talking about how she's setting an example for young women. that they can be just like her and not have to be supa skinny and what not.
ain't that a bitch? she got that job for being a famous super model. yeah, she's not thin now, but she wasn't on the cover of Vogue with the hips she has now. mm-mmm. no chile. silver lining though, Tapanga (no. i do not know what Tapanga's real name is. yes. i am to lazy to look it up.) from Boy Meets World is doing interviews on the street for the show.
If I hear one mo' thing about Tyra's booty, i'm gone have ta hurt someone.
in other news...
i want to do Patrick Wilson. if you have no idea who that is, he's the dancing fellow in the new GAP commercial for umm...boy cut khakis i think is what they're pushing. he was also in Angels in America (where my obesession started. zomg i love the mini-series.) and he was Raoul in Phantom, but Phantom blows, so let's just gloss over that shall we?
meh. back to job things. i would sell my soul for a nice office job. i just want to answer phones and file shit and go to lunch with the girls and bitch about the new useless eyecandy someone else in the office hired.
not forever. just...right now. i want a job with a normal schedule and lunch hour. i want a job where i can wear something more than khakis every. single. day.
ugh i tell you. ugh.
alright. nothing else to see here. move it along.
and i'm out of FUCKING SMOKES!
had all the lights off. no soda before bed. took sleeping pill.
still up.
i am scheduled for 16 hours of work this week. that's all. 16 bloody hours. the rant about me not being able to live off that aside, wtf am i going to do with all that time?
GAH! i'm so hating everything right now.
Tyra Banks is starting to annoy me. She has another one of those "Grrl, this is not fat! This is pleasantly plump. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. Let's bring out some women that are heavier than me so they can tell you how beautiful they are!" shows.
Tyra Banks is sorda fat. now, let's get a few things straight. i am a huge um...glop of a human being. I'm cool w/that. okay, i'm not cool with that. i want to be a size zero and shop at hollister and play the xylaphone on my ribs. And, I love me some Tyra, as previously stated in many a post. But omgiwanthertoshutthefuckup!
she keeps talking about how she's setting an example for young women. that they can be just like her and not have to be supa skinny and what not.
ain't that a bitch? she got that job for being a famous super model. yeah, she's not thin now, but she wasn't on the cover of Vogue with the hips she has now. mm-mmm. no chile. silver lining though, Tapanga (no. i do not know what Tapanga's real name is. yes. i am to lazy to look it up.) from Boy Meets World is doing interviews on the street for the show.
If I hear one mo' thing about Tyra's booty, i'm gone have ta hurt someone.
in other news...
i want to do Patrick Wilson. if you have no idea who that is, he's the dancing fellow in the new GAP commercial for umm...boy cut khakis i think is what they're pushing. he was also in Angels in America (where my obesession started. zomg i love the mini-series.) and he was Raoul in Phantom, but Phantom blows, so let's just gloss over that shall we?
meh. back to job things. i would sell my soul for a nice office job. i just want to answer phones and file shit and go to lunch with the girls and bitch about the new useless eyecandy someone else in the office hired.
not forever. just...right now. i want a job with a normal schedule and lunch hour. i want a job where i can wear something more than khakis every. single. day.
ugh i tell you. ugh.
alright. nothing else to see here. move it along.
and i'm out of FUCKING SMOKES!
i'm feelin': 
fed the fuck up
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