im thinking of writing really long and meaningful posts. and while im away from my lappie, i can think really good ones so i make a note to myself. then when i get home and sit infront of the lappie, my mind goes blank. my mind will make a lousy secretary.


this morning, for whatever reason, there were ALOT of bugs near the lights at the bus stop. it was like butterfly kingdom or park or whatever. except it wasnt butterflies, it was gi-normous moths. omg. and they were flying around like mad. i was literally sitting on the edge of my buttocks, ever ready to jump and flap my arms wildly should any those mutilated moths decide to check me out.
i was vibrating on the spot as i am pretty sure movements deter them. everybody at the bus stop was all moving randomly, trying to avoid the flight paths of these steroidal moths. when bus 70 came, i had never been so happy to see it in my entire life.


its strange that the reason why you hate your workplace is the one who likes you the most.