Gnarrrr.

Yeah. I put that star post in my face. Had it in for a few before I decided to wash my face. Lost the fucking star down the drain. Doom even tore it apart to check if it was stuck in the P-trap. Nope. $8 down the drain. AND it was internally threaded, so I REALLY don't get how it came off so easily. I've never lost a ball off my monroe. EVER. ANGER. It was so cute, too. GUH.

Anyhow. Went over to Terry's Saturday afternoon. Lazed about forever, went to IGA, drove all the way here to grab his new jewelry 'cause I forgot it. Ended up staying like 2 1/2 hours 'cause he got stuck in Guitar Hurrah land. Heh. Drove back to the island and Terry insisted that I cut his hair with an old-ass pair of poultry shears. Didn't work, heh. I TOLD HIM. But noooo. I should really invest in a nice pair of shears. 'Cause they would just be nice to have handy. Watched 'Rock of Love' and was filled with glee when that stupid Lacey bitch finally got kicked off. Heh. Started to watch School of Rock and passed out. And this morning and afternoon was just filled with laying around in the most comfortable bed ever and watching tv. Except when Terry found another pair of shit scissors and tried to get me to cut his hair with THOSE. And that was even worse than the poultry shears. Seriously, they both were so damn dull that the blades just kept pushing the hair out of the way. No slicing action. Heh.

Terry got sucked into football a couple hours ago, so I got bored and decided to leave. Yep. Plus I HAVE to get to bed early tonight 'cause I'm fucking sick and tired of being late to work. It's become a serious problem and it's ridiculous.

I wish I hadn't blown all my money. Jesus.

I must go do laundry or something.