Often these days, I wonder why I put up with Raj.
Today was the first time in a while I’ve wondered why he puts up with me.
It seems like I’m happier after a night of heavy drinking. Like killing off a few brain cells makes me stop beating myself up.
Dear Joss Whedon,
You’re a fucking genius. I hope Dr Horrible sells four zillion copies. I also hope that if any of your AWESOME shows get cancelled because people are lame again, you sell them this way to spite Fox.
<3<3<3<3
-Alicia
Dear Meatloaf,
I regret to inform you that you are not hardcore. Enjoying sex and motor bikes may have made one a badass in the 1950s, but even then you usually had to be a smoker too.
You are, however, still absolutely awesome, so I’ll forgive you, even if this sort of thing pops up again on Bat Out Of Hell 4 or something.
Love always,
Alicia
i’ve decided just now that i hate getting full on food i don’t really like.
lately, food’s been tasting really bland and gross. i sat down with my kd, and my stomach got full, but my brain’s going, “What?! You mean that’s it?!?”
i still feel too stupid to blog…but i also feel like blogging. so i’m following the latter sentiment.
i quit bargain finder. i have a worse paying job now, and rent is getting scary, so raj and i are going to find somewhere to move into. and in the meantime, i’m going to store things with…well, mainly brent…and crash at his current apartment.
worse paying job, btw, is SO MUCH BETTER OMG.
i realised recently that matt and Hugh Sung were good for me…but only because shay dragged me so low.
‘cuz i mean, seriously, what else explains all that?
shay was good in some ways too, though. he lowered my expectations.
raj and i had our anniversary a few days ago. we went to see indiana jones, which i thought was awesome since our first date was a movie too. :)
that’s all i have for now.
Can you please attempt to be a little more retarded? You haven’t met your quota for this month.
You know, maybe the lead is the cause of all these paranoid conspiracy theories…you might want to lay off for a little while. I hear that shit’s bad for you.
Love and kisses,
-Monkey