some fuckwit decided it would be a good idea to pick someone up in my apartment complex at 7:30am and since they weren’t awaiting their arrival to honk the horn incessently until the pickee came out.

if you look real close in your crystal ball, i’m pretty sure you’ll see me taking a nap.

there really isn’t much to do at 8am on a sunday morning, is there? i think i might head to target and buy some junk. mostly because i am bored and have nothing else to do. i don’t need any junk. maybe i’ll clean up the apartment like i was supposed to do yesterday.

also my swanky new short haircut gives me the most fabulous bedhead ever. ever, i’m not kidding.