Aa-chan

Diary of a Deranged Fangirl
2005-10-11 11:46:16 (UTC)

Dreams Of Insanity

I have on this Richey Cunningham sweater, and man, sweating
is exactly what I'm doing... It's roasty under this
thing. And I would take it off, but the shirt I have on
underneath it wasn't ironed. And that was only because it
was a last minute clothing decision....

Awww... Dude... I just felt a drop of sweat slide down my
back and down the crack of my ass... Okay, wrinkled or
not, this Richey Cunningham sweater has to take a hike for
a while. Besides it's only 10 after, no one will be here
at least until 7:15 and the main crew won't get here until
8:05 or later. So no one will see my wrinkled shirt.

Ah, that's much better... Oh dude... That was gross...
But I'll spare you guys and do my daily whine about how I
wanna go back to bed. I don't know, I like rainy days, but
for some reason today was yet another really difficult to
pull myself out of bed days. But it's been this way for a
while now.

See, this past Friday I brought a feather mattress topper
and 400 thread count sheets. Since I've put that stuff on
my bed, I've not wanted to leave my bed. I kinda figured
that was going to happen when I brought it and turns out I
was correct.

And shit, I won't have a few days off until after Usa.
Wah.... I'll only be able to loaf around on the weekends.
But you know how the weekends before a convention are?
You've seen those entries?!

"I gotta finish up my costume."
"I can't finish my costume cause I need some more fabric."
"J'aime and I are going to the fabric store..."

Y'all know how it is!!!

*Bangs head on desk...*

WAAAAAAHHHH!!! Oh I would kill for a few days off.
Actually, I would kill for a few months off. I don't know
if I've mentioned this before, but the strangest dream in
life I have is to be so mega rich that I'm rolled around on
a gurney. Not a wheelchair, but a gurney. And don't ask
where that dream came from, but it's one of my most strange
dreams. But alas... Sniff... Sniff... Alas, that will
never happen.

And see if I got to do that dream, I would pay the person
who rolled me around a lot of money. I'd give them $25
bucks and hour. Anyone who has to put up with my insanity
for a few hours is worth their weight in gold, really. But
to be Aa-chan's gurney pusher would be a very lucrative and
well paying job.

See, I tend to think if I did ever become rich, I'd be one
of those crazy rich people, whose children would try to
commit them, but at the sanity hearing would display that
last minute drop of sanity...

What did someone tell me recently; you're not crazy if you
talk to yourself. You're not crazy if you answer
yourself. It's only if you ask, "What did you say?" that
makes you crazy.

Ah well.... I have an assload of work sitting in my desk.
I need to try to sort all out before the day begins...
Sob.... Wah.... I don't wanna work anymore. It's not fun!

Woo-hoo: Bah, there is nothing good today... So nanimonai.

Barf: I don't wanna work anymore. I wanna be super rich
and rolled around on a gurney all day.

Current Song: Rika Muranaka's Don't Be Afraid song from
Metal Gear Solid 3 OST




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