sneezing, sneezing
I stole this from
1. How did you first find my journal?
2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
3. What's your favourite part of my journal?
4. What's your least favourite part of my journal?
5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
6. Recommend a band to me. I'm curious what you think I should be listening to.
7. Recommend an LJ user to me.
So, guess who's not playing on her sexy new laptop? Me! The boyfriend and Jwan have been hogging it all day. Jerks. My laptop. MINE! Give it!
It's okay, Dell. I still love you, too. *stroke stroke*
The weather today was absolutely gorgeous. While the baby was napping (and the boyfriend and Jwan were in the bedroom watching football and hogging the laptop), my mom and I went for a walk to Starbucks. The streets of Bloomfield were all deathly silent because everyone was inside watching the Steelers. Although, walking past the rubble of St. Francis and not seeing any other humans outside gave me a very post-apocalyptic feeling. It was cool for a second but then I started to freak out (perhaps at the very idea of spending the rest of my days on the planet with only my mother to pick at me…shudder). Luckily, a crazy old drunk guy walked past us wielding his cane like a cutlass. I beamed.
I think my mom was trying to have some mother-daughter quality time, which I was down for, but the drink that I got at Starbucks tasted like shit so it kind of soured the mood. I think it may be that I've just consumed too much Equal in my life and now everything tastes like NutraSweet. I'm screwed…
Goose called us to see if we wanted to come down to his house to watch Sex and the City. I told him we would let him know. About an hour later I called back to tell him that we wouldn't make it since the boyfriend had taken Jwan to the Shadow Lounge for something. He sounded quite pissed at me, shooting off a “Whatever. Bye,” and hanging up. I, of course, since I'm insane, became very concerned about his reaction and called the boyfriend on Jwan's cell phone to consult him.
Me, “Did you make plans with him earlier?”
Boyfriend, “No.”
M, “Because he sounded really pissed.”
B, “I dunno, maybe he had an argument with his roommate.”
M, “But he said 'Whatever.' Just like that…'Whatever.' I think he's mad at me.”
B, “Well, then call him back and find out what the deal is.”
M, “Are you coming home soon?”
So, I called him and I guess he had just driven here from Philadelphia and was just generally pissy. He did sound confused about my phone calls, though. Great.
Me and the baby curled up on my bed, ate some Cheez-Its and watched Muriel's Wedding. Love that movie. So does the baby, apparently. He was enraptured like he's never been with the TV before and got all concerned when Toni Collette started to cry. I can't blame him, though. She does that whole wheezing and sticking her tongue out thing that's just pretty disturbing.
My eyes are starting to blur. I'm going upstairs. By the way,
Word.
