Dear Diary…

My Girl acts all normal.

But I don’t feel the same. Something’s all weirded up inside me, and I’m not sure what it is. More on that when I figure out what’s going on.

I woke up 3 hours late for work today. Missed a training session on SAP accounting software. Woo.

I stayed up till 3 last night burning cds.

Y’know, I just wanna quit. Call it quits, take a long vacation from life. Everyone. Everything.

I wanna live at home so I can be grounded to my room for a month. Just come out for meals and bathroom breaks.

La la la.

Last night was absolutely nuts. I live in Dallas, right? about 30 minutes away from me, Tornadoes touched down next to my Girls house in Downtown and totally screwed up Fort Worth downtown area. One of my roommates (it’s solo_exceptional) is still missing, I don’t know where he is, but he was out about the time of the Tornadoes.

I think everyone’s ok, I know my Girl is, I talked to her a bit ago.

La la la.

I like that rawr thing that Super Fast Kel does with her left hand. I’d do it, but it might make me look like, I don’t know, it seems to be a girl thing. Unless I did it in caps. Then it could be like a big manly lion thing.

RAWR.

rawr.

I don’t know, you tell me.

Anyways, think on these things, I must reboot my machine, gotta give myself admin rights!

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: “I need http for my bunghole!”

– Phillip Thompson, my nutzoid workmate.