Today I was hungry but there is no food in the house. There was a can of soup but no fucking can opener. *argghhh* My can opener is missing. So I had to wait for my roommate to get home, with the dinner. Till then I survived on freezies (50 or so were consumed..yes, very sad)and coffee. So Toby didn't get home till an hour ago because he was at his boyfriends house. I practically knocked him over when he arrived home. He brought me fries and a hamburger and some chocolate. God bless Toby, he's the fucking best room mate (one or two words?) in the world.
Gremlins 2 is going to be on tv soon. I probally won't watch it all, I just love th part where the talking gremlin sings newyork newyork. It's so fucking amusing. I'm just in a good mood. I'm listening to the song all that jazz and it's gotten me in a good mood, that and my nummy fries and chocolate. Nummers. I need to get another job. *sighs* I don't have any skills. I write and sing, which makes money for the few (un)fortunates people who make it in either business. I can't cook very well. I don't like people, but I can be charming when I want to be. I can do data entry? Get a job fast food related.*sighs* Pathetic? Well, my job as a secret agent isn't paying the bills like it used to. I thought about pulling on the tights and being a superhero, but too much competition now-a-days. Is there a batman looking for a robin? *slash images come to mind and make me grin or..eh frown..or eh GRIN)
I've gotta cut this short. I've been called in to section..eh work..eh
*goes off to watch gremlins and yes I find myself amusing and that's all that maters* Current Mood: contemplative
|Going throught the motions
I am just waiting for life ot begin.
Tick tock Current Mood: awake
|What did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a police officer. In grade five I gave an oral report to my class about how to become a police officer. I became a model, then I became fat. I am glad I am not thin anymore. Being hungry all the time sucked shit and I grew so tired of coffee I wanted to die. Current Mood: anxious
I have phobias and not the typical ones (or are these typical), becase I am special. I am afraid of people with facial hair and I can't talk to them. Strange phobia? Yes indeed it is. Face your fears Janice. Be brave like the puppet of doom.
I also have a phobia of elevators, not claustrophobia exactly. I have a fear that each time an elevator door opens there will be be no floor and if I don't pay attention I will fall through. I had too many dreams where this has happened. But don't worry I watch my step. Current Mood: awake