||[Jul. 2nd, 2002|07:59 am]
|[||song on the wind
|||||"cut the skin and peal it back, now doens't it make you feel better?"||]|
i love how pam can know i'm having a dinner party, and still leave the apt this morning to go to work to go streight to maryland right afterwards and look me in the eye. i then go into the kitchen to grab a few fig newtons before work, and her fucking plates from the entire week are still in there! i could understand her not cleaning the pot i used yesterday to make chris and i noodles, or the bowls that we ate of that ares still in my room. but you would god damn thing she could be thoughtful enough to clean the rest of that shit. since i'm you know, ever home and ever cook or use any of that stuff. like in the past week or so. i think i'm going to kick something. like a panda bear. if i see any panda bears in the next 24 hours they are going down. now i feel dirty, and i don't have enough time left to shower. grrrrrr.......
and this type of shit is what my last post was about.