"Damn you pants!" 2003-01-06 - 12:36 p.m.
I'm feeling rather bored and twitchy. I've been staring at my sister's cat for a good chunk of the morning. He's tiny. And orange. My fat and fluffy cat Chloe Marie Buttons would probably eat him if she were here.
Maybe I'll hitchhike to New Orleans. And/or the nearest Ruby Tuesday's. Perhaps to a Ruby Tuesday's in New Orleans. So I can get a mango raspberry margarita like Cookie told me to. There are many different kinds of vodka here. And I think there is still Kahlua. My dad got my mom a bottle of Kahlua for Christmas. Isn't that sweet? But I think mango-related alcohol is a much better idea. And the goodness that is Ruby's salad bar wouldn't hurt either.
The garbage truck just went by. Garbage man A is hot. Garbage man B is not. I am listening to the "Lord of the Rings" soundtrack. Aren't you all amused by this exciting commentary? I'm not.
I feel like I should be productive. But there is absolutely no reason to be. I reeeeeally need to practice flute sometime this century. Eh. But it probably doesn't matter. Maybe I should forget the whole music thing, and just not set my career aspirations any higher than Walmart greeter. Or even shoe shmuck at Sears. These are honorable jobs. Somebody has to get the bitch boots down from the top shelf of Shoetopia. Somebody has to spread the feelings of overwhelming happiness that occur in Wallyworld.