Showing posts with label roach watch '08. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roach watch '08. Show all posts

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Things I Learned Today

Why the hell didn't anyone tell me the Post Office doesn't sell envelopes? And isn't that bizarre? Why don't they sell them? That's like... A car dealership not selling spare parts, or a video store (remember those archaic things?) not selling... um... DVDs. Bad example. But it's weird, and I don't approve. And I have no envelopes. Although I'm sure Kinko's would sell them. 

The publishing industry should just let me Email them everything. I demand it.

Found a dead roach by my bed this morning. Lovely thing to wake up to.

I'm feeling a bit under the weather. My friend wants me to go out to a party with her tonight, but I kind of just want to lie here, write, and watch TV until I stop feeling crappy. I'm not sick, but I'm getting there. I can feel the tiny germs banding together, mobilizing and preparing to attack. 

Cold cans of soup - not the diet for a strong, healthy body. 

MST3K should be restarted. I should restart it. The world needs it.

Have a good Saturday. I'm going to work on some stories. 
- LV

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

A Non-Specific Rant

Things That Make Me Happy Right Now
* Drinks with my friends tonight.
* Haven't seen a roach in almost a week.
* CLOVERFIELD is coming out on Friday!
* Job interview.
* HOUSE, MD
* Netflix
* I'm working on a novel.

Things That Make Me Unhappy Right Now
* Will probably see a roach in the next five minutes.
* Job interview is for an unpaid position.
* New episodes of HOUSE, MD don't come back on until the end of the month.
* My novel isn't very good.
* The movies I want to see aren't coming out for months on end.
* Still unemployed.
* Personal life both boring AND in shambles, which I didn't know was possible.

I swear, I don't intend for this blog to become an angsty Dashboard-Confessional LiveJournal I'm so emo I sit in the dark and cry exercise in bad writing. It's just been a shitty month.

Whichever horoscope-writer said this would be my best year ever was clearly drunk, or vindictive. They must be found, and forced to listen to me whine.

May your life not be driving you crazy.
- LV