I just had this bizarre desire to do something that, had someone else done it, would have left me with my Nuh-Fucking-Uh face, going, “Dude…the fuck?!? That’s like…that is so violently uncool.”

Because yes, I do actually talk like that.

I’m trying to brush it off as that fact that I’m very tired, very hungry, and very unhappy. Its not entirely working, tho. Eh. Call me when I’m human enough to care.

Friday, there’s supposed to be shopping and eating out with Amelia, which is becoming an annual thing, and that’s cool, because Amelia time, and away from the house, and mall trolling. Its also a little blech, tho, because of the copious amounts of people, and the fact that I’m so broke that if opened my wallet, the little winged dollar signs would not in fact be flying out, but rather lying dead and partially-eaten in the fold. Not that it matters tho, because when I call Mel’s house to confirm, it rings twice before mystically becoming a busy signal, and she’s again doing that super-cool fucking thing where she leaves her ICQ on even when she’s not there.

Of course its possible that she’s got an N/A message that says she’s asleep up, but y’know, my ICQ’s been evil and problematic for weeks now, so I wouldn’t fucking know. And did I mention that I really want to eat a live baby head and then go hibernate for twenty years?