Shits and giggles

I’m not impressed with myself of late. No reason in particular, just a vague distaste. It’s weird, because things are good. Have I told you the news? I’ve decided to go back to school. For real this time. San Jose Sate. Nursing. [Im in ur hospeetol room, takin ur tempercher.]

I’ve had things to say, and even went so far as to write shit down. But nothing seemed good enough, genuine enough. My head’s in a weird place. It could be all the binge drinking and illicit drugs. There’s no way to tell. Speaking of stupid shit you do when you’re bored. I was sucked in by MySpace the other night and happened upon someone I was in girl scouts with (oh the stories to tell!). I asked her to be my MySpace friend and she said no. Ouch, especially because as I remember, she was a superdork and the laws of childhood still apply in MySpace. She should want to be my friend.

Happy Fathers Day. Although, I doubt any readers are fathers. With the crazy ass emails and google searches, god I hope not. Well maybe this is just a reminder to call your dad and say hello. Or call your mom and bitch her out for being such a ho. Whatevs. That reminds me. Head over to PostSecret for a Fathers Day edition. Not as lame as it sounds. I swear.

The Millionizer had a surprisingly good conversation with her dad this morning.

[tags]MySpace, Fathers Day, PostSecret, benders, college, goddammit[/tags]