mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perversion at 7-11, Lessons in Procrastination, Review Goddess So today I went to 7-11 to buy some ice cream. I don't know, I was just in the mood to buy some ice cream. While I was there, I picked up a Penthouse. Ice cream and porn, how can one go wrong? So I'm buying the stuff, and all of a sudden when the guy sees what I'm buying, he becomes Super Chatty Super Spooky guy, and I'm thinking to myself "Oh my god, I'm never coming here again." I'm not. He was asking me my name and if I worked today and all this other stuff and I'm like aghhh! It was embarrasing. I don't know about you, but I don't like my porn buying experiences to get so freakin personal! Do you know what I'm doing right now? I'm procrastinating. That's right, I'm not doing the work I'm supposed to be doing in preparation for tomorrow. I wrote the concert review, which is a big relief. Really, the rest should be pretty easy. But I'm sitting here and typing this and buying porn and watching Super Bowl Uncensored on MTV instead of doing other things. Oh, and yeah. I left my notes in BB's car. The notes that I needed to write the stuff I need for tomorrow. When did I realize this? When I got back to my dorm. Back I drive to his house, 45 minutes away, just to get the friggin notes. My car REALLY loves me. Oooh.. I got a new poster the other day. It's this huge Axl poster, and like it's just him, with no shirt on, looking all hot with his nipple ring and everything. *Drool.* I like it. I like it alot. I'm thinking it's only a matter of time until BB stumbles across this. He knew I had a diary somewhere, but didn't know where. Then, one day, i caught him staring at my computer screen when he came in to talk to me, and it was on Diary Reviews, which says pretty clearly at the top "DIARYLAND!" So he knew where it was. And I once told him my name, and that it was based on a Guns N Roses song. So he knows my name, but he says he's forgotten it. But like.. Axl sang it at the concert and I've sung it randomly a few times, and it would seem like that would spark his memory. Anyway. I also told him that I'm a Diary Review goddess, so he knows about that. It's not a big deal. It's not like I've revealed any terrible secrets here or anything. I'd just prefer him not to find it, and such. I only got to spend less than 24 hours with him this weekend. Last semester, I'd get finished with school on Thursday, I'd go over to his house, stay until Sunday, and it was good times. Now I got Friday night or Saturday afternoon and leave Sunday morning. Damn Friday classes and jobs! Anyway. I am suddenly very tired. It's only 8:20. Alrighty then. Later, after perhaps I get some stuff done, I will do an "about me" page. I know you're all looking forward to it. 7:45 p.m. - January 27, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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