Listening:
Björk, Telegram
(I've been remembering what a fantastic brilliance is the Björk.)

urg... I should run to the store and get more SlimFast, but waiting for more food to appear and anyway I get to leave in an hour.

I was supposed to hang out with Squire tonight but he had to cancel. Again left with nothing to do.

Wasted my afternoon on Spark quizes since management saw fit to abandon us yet again to figure out how to make more money off of us. Among others I took their Inner Child Test. I much prefer their answer:

Your little inner child is l'Enfant Terrible (PIDC) --egotistical, malaligned, dark and pithy. Nothing in you makes any sense. It's like living inside an Emcee Escher drawing with DJ Salvador Dali on your inner wheels of steel.
If it's like that old fart Frued says, "where id was, there shall ego be," than your ego will soon be visiting Dysfunction Gulch by way of Isolation City, just past Pervert Palace. Strewn about the path along the way will be the carcasses of helpless relationships you've slaughtered.

That suits me much better.

Also I took a Jungian Typology Test. Apparently I'm an INTJ but it's really spooky for the 2nd, 3rd and 6th paragraphs. I feel that those clearly explained my in frighteningly clear terms. And I really liked the list of Fictional Characters who were supposedly the same. Now someone needs to explain the relationship types to me.

}:P I'm still here and still have more time before me.

Blah. I wanna write about something that's been on my mind lately, and I want to write about before it pisses me off again. But I don't think I can right at this instant.

I think I'll put it off and try to jot some notes down somewhere.

Gentlemen be warned - when I post my own "men suck" entry you'd be best advised to look elsewhere for entertainment. Ladies - probably the same just so as to not fan the flames....

Ohh look! cake!