usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i do do stuff, just alone stuff so i spent a few hours at grandma's this evening. i sorted out all of the tupperware that i'm planning to sell on ebay. because she was a huge packrat i ended up with lids for everything except two pieces and almost all of it is in like new condition. a lot of her tupperware was only used to store dry goods in her pantry and a lot of the rest was never used at all. i had a smirnoff twisted raspberry when i got home and daddy's all like why are you drinking? um, cause i'm thirsty. *shrugs* you aren't going anywhere else are you? where the fuck am i gonna go? do i ever go anywhere on saturday night unless i go to the bookstore for a while. please. i had one drink and i've since had about a gallon of water and he acts like i'm going to be stumbling around running into the walls. i'm hungry. mama and daddy had dinner while i was at grandma's. they had two little frozen pizzas. and as usual there isn't shit here to fix. not that i really feel like fixing anything anyway. i didn't do my pilates today but i worked my ass off at grandma's and i did one hundred crunches this morning (afternoon?) when i got up. i'm going to do a hundred more tonight before i go to bed and pilates in the morning before i head back to grandma's. well, i think i'm going to treat myself and have a chicken quesadilla for dinner. if daddy doesn't pitch a fit about me driving to taco bell after having one drink. then i'll definitely need to do some crunches. damn taco bell for being yummy. everyone keeps telling me i need to get out more and "do stuff." what exactly does that mean? when i ask for clarification as to what "do stuff" means, they are like, you know, just stuff. what the fuck? mama thinks i should go to church and meet people. she doesn't grasp the concept that i don't do organized religion and if i did, there isn't a unitarian church around here, which is the religion i most identify with. and i don't see myself going back to a baptist church again. and i'm so not going to a holiness penticostal, which is what she and my dad are going to go to. blah. and i don't want to make friends in a place based on ideas that i may or may not believe in anyway. so for now i'll just continue to enjoy the quietness of my own company, until such a time as i figure out what "do stuff" means. and where exactly i should "do stuff" at. *shrugs* toodles 9:22 pm - 15 Jan 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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