Current location:	Home!
Current mood:	Uncomfortable
Current music:	| Go Insane Lindsey Buckingham|

Urination question
Last week, at Peet's, we changed the stupid music from its classical loop to someones Beatles mp3s and it was much better. One of my shift leads, Patrick, is my dream man only I haven't told him yet. He wants to be a cook, you know, and he's the perfect kind of cute for me that most people would say is not attractice. Like, overweight but with the pudge in all the right places and bloo eyes. I think he's engaged and I think I'm in love. Hahaha. Pity? He likes my sharp tongue but he also likes my girl qualities that sometimes render me helpless.

Today I have the day off. It was probably a very productive day. Previously, I was carrying around 1,300 dollars in checks and cash in a ratty little pastry bag since summer began. I payed some bills via online bill pay courtesy of BofA. I'm probably a bad kid because I live with my boyfriend when my parents door is never closed to me. My period is around two weeks late but the pregnancy test I took said I'm okay. Either I'm iron deficient or stressed. I'm going with both. Did that really relate to being a bad kid? I don't think I'm being coherent. Shit, I'm constantly stressed about something -- even if I don't let on to anyone I am. Something always is off. I wish I knew what caused that. Today was also take care of biz day. Mucho money involved. Am I 40 or something? Having to constantly give myself to the almighty dollar? Damnit. Most of my iTunes tunes are laced with memories. Fuck the 707.

Being in my house is nostalgic. Yuks will be in Canada from Thursday until Monday (?) so I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to do during the absence. Probably get around to seeing all those people I've neglected out of lazy. I should begin preparation now. Oh how I love eating ... mmmmm .... That's nice about being at home. All this cooked food!

If I could only explain my highs on this thing too like I want to. It would give the reader a much more rounded portrait of me. 90% of my shit is perfect. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. All of you who once wronged me. Oh! I ate at the Buttercream Diner yesterday. Yay.