egg up!

alright einsteins, i won't quit on you. you can have me once a week. just know i decided to stay only because the radio got fixed. dance on coworkers, dance the frick on.

"it's jurassic frickin park outside!!"- Mel

i'm gunna take a moment to miss my roomies...they were the shiznit, and knew me so well...

me: "tell me i shouldn't go to wendys."

melanie: "you're there now aren't you."

me: "whoa, im stuffed! how did i not finish this?!"

melissa: "it's ok, just save it, we all know you're gunna be hungry in ten minutes."

me as im flyin out my room: "MISS KITTYS DEADDDD!!"

melissa: "WHY DO YOU HAVE NO PANTS ON!!!"

melanie: "it would be more economical if it were a keg"

well...i guess it takes knowing me for .3 seconds to know that I don't ever stop eating...

throwback to >kuya mike!< maybe i'll make this for din din.

boom. roasted.

dear school,

this is what i think of you....you and your papers and exams and your 8 AMs.

im goin back to live in >norway< (click). who's on board? slash who can get me on board a plane...

burning the midnight candle

...and in my sleepless stupor i am lucky to not have burnt down the apartment by now, but as the night is young, let us hope this luck lasts.

I have nothing of consequence to relay to you today, seeing as how my brain feels all jelloid and i fear that i am bug-eyed and playing the hokie pokie with the blurry lines of sanity and pure madness, redbull in hand. ...

dear future irene,

all nighters are not fun, why are you always in the midst of them!? kindly get your act together (you've had 4.5 years to do so) and study when you are supposed to.

aware that this will never happen,

panic-stricken irene

apologies world, but i release upon you a sleep deprived irene. the delirium is strong with this one.

and with that i shotgun the last of my bulls that are red.-huh?- cheers, governor