I'm not freaking out, nope. I'm breathing deeply, thinking about the delicious lunch i'm going to eat and about how Rob is a huge dick to me like all the time and it was obvious from the get go that this was the issue. Seriously. NOT FREAKING OUT
also, i'm reading "downtown owl" by chuck klosterman and it's seriously effing hilarious. seriously
oh and new britney leaked it's CRAZY
also, the doctor at work who i apparently look like JUST DIED i never met her so now people are probably going to be afraid of me BECAUSE SHE'S DEAD also, it's sad that she died cause i think she was fairly young.
Some random dude who does dance at Knox friended me on facebook. And when I say "random" I mean you're a first year and I don't go there anymore and we haven't met. I mean. If I go back this weekend, I'll probably meet him, since I'm specifically going back to see the terp show but still. I don't remember meeting you. Which means I could have met him. But still.
Uhm, can we talk about how upset I am about prop 8 in cali? It's really disturbing to me. Social issues have usually been number one with me, and that's a big one because, hello. Everyone should be able to get married. Everyone should be able to be happy. Everyone on this earth is a citizen and should have the same rights as I do. Just because I like the cock doesn't mean that my happiness should be weighted more than anyone else's happiness. Like. I'm life offended. Just sayin.
Today my dad called me and apologized for telling me that the world was racist when I was younger. Because, obviously, he's been proven wrong. And I'm not saying that there aren't racist people in this world (which I never said), I just said when I was younger that the world was different than my father thought. And I was right and then he said he supported my beliefs which is rough to here from a man who didn't vote because his religion said that it was wrong. And I bet you can guess my reaction to that I damn near cried on the way to work But then I did cry listening to snippets of Barack's speech on the radio. Look at me, talking like we're on a first name basis. I mean, I do know where his housey is.
This is going to be an early night for me. Which is good. I'm kind of upset about it because I don't have whatshisface bothering me, but it's good. Because I need to watch True Blood/Go to Sleep. I legitimately woke up this morning and heard the alarm and said out loud "Why is my alarm on? It's Saturday." Then I looked around the room and realized No it's wednesday