So today is officially the first day that i'm "not working." it feels pretty good. I mean I woke up and my biggest concerns were whether or not my mom had made coffee and if the sun was going to be out for when it's time to go sunbathing. Oh, and the fact that the phone charger I bought at Target didn't even work. I can't believe those decks sold me such a piece of shet!
It's actually pretty nice that I get a chance to spend some time at home. My mom's been a little under the weather recently, and with her daily treatments it's good for her to have someone around to take care of her and keep her company. I wish that could be my job--but there's not really any upward mobility in it.
Yesterday was spent just getting some sun, watching james blake blow it, and catching up on some TV I had missed. Last night I got to watch the new Californiacation and the latest installment of the Hills (hey, I gotta stay on top of this shit, okay?). BTW, what the hull was with spencer pratt's facial growth? It looks like he superglued rice crispies to his face. The addition of that wiry facial fuzz makes him look even more like a rodent than he did before. And why is he always smiling like that? What a shetbag.
Hmmm...what else...well, eventually I'm going to have to come up with some more profound observations/reflections to keep the readers interested (all 2 of them). Those insightful moments are better let loose by the lubricating qualities of empty bottles, so maybe later.
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