Okay, I realize that in the grand scheme of things, that my roomate stealing my can opener as she is moving out of our apartment is minimal. I mean, the nutjob gets drunk like every other day and embarrasses me to no end by taking off her clothes in front of my friends, trying to kiss me on the cheek, or molesting my male friends. The problem with this is that she’s almost 32. She’s such a pathetic freak, I mean, who still has daddy paying her expenses at 32 anyway? But still, I loved that can opener. It was really cool and easy to use. What a ho.
I am going to love rooming in a house (with a porch!) with my new roomies. I think it’s going to be awesome.
I bought three CDs, Fiona Apple, Jewel and Opeth. Yeah, two whiny females and a heavy metal group. I’m eclectic, but I just love the smooth way Fiona sings and the intellectualized lyrics. I never used to listen much to lyrics (with the exception of Metallica and U2’s), but between Jewel, Fiona, Live and the ’40’s soul that I’ve been grooving to, I’m getting into lyrics more and more. I totally can’t afford food, much less CDs (even thought they’re used), but with the stressed out/depressed way I’ve felt recently, I think this will help me out a lot.friends, psyche