Death Cab For Cutie makes me happy. Which I definitely like lately. I’m tired of being sad or depressed. I just want one good day. Just one.
You know what I don’t understand? Baby dolls. Why the fuck would you give a baby a baby to take care of. That shit is just wrong to me. They’re also creepy beyond all reason. As a child myself I wanted NOTHING to do with them. I distinctly remember receiving one as a child from my grandma, I looked at it and asked her why she got me a baby doll when I didn’t ask for one. I never...
I still don’t really get this tumblr thing. It’s odd to me. I guess I’ll do it anyway? Meh, we’ll see.
That’s what I’m doing in my mind. I wish I was still sleeping for real. Work is stupid.
I really like running. I feel fucking fantastic after I get done and I’m literally dripping with sweat and all my stress and worries from the day no longer matter. I’m very happy my neighbor decided to go to the gym last week. I’ve done very well to keep going back every night. I’m also diggin’ this whole being single thing. It’s nice.
How do I change my picture? I want a different one. Help me out please?
Is my friend. Except now I wish there was some one of the male persuasion to keep me company. I wants a cuddle buddy. Like whoa.
Forever Lazy? Seriously? WTF? Why, just why? On a lighter note, I feel good about how today went. I went out with mah roomie to look at Halloweeny things, and for the hell of it we went to Pet Smart, and we got to play with the kitty cats!! I love cats so much. Best. Day. Ever.