you'll get it at the end.

t.g.i.m.f.f.m.n.w.!! dec. 5 year 0

holy shit 20 days till xmas and 18 days till i fake strep throat! yippie!

i cannot wait!

well i've got a little over a half hour of work left and i'm dying to go home...... although i've felt that way since 8:15 this a.m. when i left the house.

- i don't feel particularly well right now- general ickyness

- what should i have for dinner? i had 2 not so great subway experiences in the last like 5 months and as much as i loved the subway... i'm not feeling it anymore although that would be convenient to my route home. oh well to ponder.

- whats on tv tonight.. i made a purchase that i now have to assemble... if you know anything about my asembly skills........... this doesn't bode well. i'll try my best.

- there are throngs of neighborly neighbors at the branch right now - ugghhhhh everyone is a gangsta... there are not gangstas at the liberry - hate to tell you.

- i'm thinking i'll have to put my heat up to at least 58 tonight. booooo hissssss.

- i worry that baby sal and the girls are cold all day but they've got the sleepy tee-pee.

- well i have to work saturday but really big whup.

- i would like to get a hair did some day next week but i fffing work every day when can i go? damnitt. maybe afterschool thurs quickly if possible probably not.

--oh well time for internet games.

cheryl next to me is playing a game called "PILE OF BALLS" that is my new saying you heard it here first so when it catches on kick someones ass for me- here's how it'll go :

you: "hey bbfea howz your day"

me: "dude it sucked.... it was one huge PILE OF BALLS"

diiiiigggggggggggggggg it.

later

me

pile of balls