i can't believe it's not even 11.30. shista.

pronounced SHY-STA, mind you.

ok. hands down, the best thing about living by myself is the lack of clothing required for pretty much anything i do. definitely a luxury i have adapted to quite well. just gotta watch the windows - i have a tendency to not close the blinds.

and then i leave the blinds closed for a few days and all of my god damned plants start dying.

why is keeping plants alive such an ordeal? c'mon, now. i love how they look, so i went out and bought 3. one of them is in reeeeeally poor shape, one of them is virtual leaf-less(though the ones that are still there look good! lol), and the other one...well, the tips are all dead. work with me here, planties!

i tried rubbing "good vibes" into them when i bought them.

left me kinda dubious when it comes to that mind over matter shite.

but, they all have pretty groovy pots. target rules, yo.

the chicken is in the pot.

ahem. anyway.

you know...i really need a job. this whole being layed off deal wasn't as bad as it could have been, but i just got my last severance check in the mail, and i'm thinking about all the money i'm going through...

it really isn't even the money though. it's the fact that three days a week, i have school for 3 hours and THAT IS IT. nothing else. and, DAMN this place is clean.

it is driving me to...
well...
to blog, i guess.

:)