Motivation? Ha....yeah right.
written on November 05, 2006 @ 10:36 p.m.
Diaryland is fucking lame. The one time I'm actually feeling like I want to write in this thing, the server is too busy and it won't let me. Stupid asses, haha.
I feel bored as if there is nothing at all to do, but I should really be cleaning this house...my dad has bene in vegas for the weekend and specifically told me to have it spotless by the time he returns tomorrow. Spotless...lol. He knows better than that. I hate cleaning, he'll be lucky if it's not completely filthy.
But it needs to be cleaned, I guess. This house is actually so dirty that I actually drove to Scotts in Orange County earlier to pick up a sack of meth, hoping it would provide me with some much needed motivation. Holy Shit, I almsot forgot how much the drive out there sucks...is the 91 Frwy NEVER empty? There is always traffic on that motherfucker. A drive which should only take 45 mins ends up always being 1 1/2 to 2 hours. It pisses me off so much.
I guess it was a trip well worth it, tho. I at least always know what I'm getting for my money from him so that it's never a waste of time or money.
I slept the entire fucking weekend away after I went a party on Friday and ended up getting drunk. I woke up to empty corona bottles and jack in the box wrappers in front of my computer...I never remember stopping at jack in the box on my way home. Even in drunkness I'm thinking of food, that's kind of pathetic. Grrr.
I like having this house to myself, but I still get a little freaked out at night. I think it's because all the windows always are open and people can probably see right in from outside. I hope I don't live nextdoor to any psycho killers.
Time to go find something productive to do.