Oct 21, 2014
There are two kinds of stupid people: those who lend books and those who return them.
I heard this somewhere yesterday and for the love of all that is holly i cannot remember where or who said it. But i think it's true.
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There are two kinds of stupid people: those who lend books and those who return them.
I heard this somewhere yesterday and for the love of all that is holly i cannot remember where or who said it. But i think it's true.
Every time I go to return books, I magically remember how much weed I broke up on it and so does the person I give the book to.
a list of bullshit things i did today
because there were a lot
started and finished an art project with soft pastels (started at 1, finished at 5:30)
ordered and picked up a pizza for my dad because he "had to wait for a phone call"
located all of my school books i have to return
cleaned the disaster pit a.k.a. my bedroom
which actually means i just moved stuff into piles and didn't do much real cleaning at all
cleaned out my jewelry collection (i now fully realize i have a problem and need to control or else i'll become a jewelry hoarder)
ate some hotdogs because it needed to be done
damn you moves like jagger get out of my head
So basically this is me ignoring the fact that I really need to go weight lift. And possibly run because it's been way too long but um, I'm sort of lazy and enjoying catching up on Glee while my bread machine of awesome makes me awesome French Bread, very loudly, int he background. Also, longest sentence ever.
Has anyone ever returned a book to Barnes and Noble a day after reading it simply because it was predictable and sort of lame and now you regret buying it? I mean. That's kind of $26.00 I can get back. I totally don't have a problem lying to someone I used to work for by pretending I bought it for someone who already had it. Or that my mom bought it for me already. Or some other such thing I'll come up with on the fly and try not to give away the fact that I'm lying horribly by turning red and stuttering. I used to be so good at lying as a kid. What the hell happened to that skill? Oh yeah. I figured out guilt. Shit.
Anyway, ugh. The gym. I skipped yesterday in favor of buying books I clearly shouldn't have invested in so I should probably head out there now. And missed Yoga this morning because I woke up late and really wanted to make oatmeal instead of eating a rushed bowl of cereal because if you haven't gotten this already oatmeal is kind of my life. I'm also an old man. Trapped in a 26 year old's always wearing yoga pants body. Hot.