
I have to be at work in exactly 52 minutes. I just got out of the shower and am typing this entry according to one of JCHalo's challenges, aka, the naked entry one. I would provide proof but I have no webcam. Plus, really, who wants to see me naked anyway?
I really don't want to go to work. It's beautiful and warm and sunny and I have to work for the next four days and I really don't want to.
::grooves to Riddle::
Sometimes you need to listen to this song. Just like sometimes you need 'I Need Love' to come up and bite you in it's cheesy happy europop.
Lalala! I don't want to work.
Did the pathetic 'we broke the coffeepot' drive to Dunkin Donuts while half-asleep wearing dirty clothes, no makeup, and a bandanna to hide the massive bedhead I was sporting. But yay! We got coffee.
I feel better.
Radiohead is covering Sunday Bloody Sunday on my playlist right now and again Thom Yorke sounds so much like Mr. The Edge in this cover it's freaky. But it's Thom. Every so often he puts in little Thom Yorke mannerisms on the words. It's good stuff.
I have at least 10 coats of clear nailpolish on my nails right now in hopes that they won't break with that much on. They're so weak from wearing the fake nails for so long. But they shine like Lance's now! Whee!
Oh my God I have problems.
::disappears::