Showing posts with label Dan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dan. Show all posts

Friday, December 4, 2009

Mission: accomplished

I'm still uncomfortably headachey. That's right, bitches, it's been 24 hours plus a 3-hour practice. I do what I say and I say what I do. Plus, Dan cleaned the sink. I'm the man!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Oh yeah

Also, it was Dan's birthday today and we made Funfetti cake and I had waaay too much sugar. Ugh.

Happy diabetes, Waldo.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

More like video LAME

I'm sad. Bert and Milo and Dan keep hanging out and playing video games. First it was HoN, then MarioKart, and now Smash. They know how bad I am at video games! Ugh, even Connie's better than I am. I bet Genevieve and Lili would be, too, if they ever tried. I hope they don't. I can't be the worst.

Anyway, today they were playing for so long that I ended up doing my econ homework -- the entire problem set! Can you believe it? Then I got tired and fell asleep on the table. Don't get me wrong; I love playing video games. I was even the one who bought our N64. But being bad at stuff sucks.

I'm so cute! I'm dreaming of the Super Smash Bros. Eating my ass.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'm fucking bored

Ugh, everyone's gone for fall break. I guess I'll take a brief hiatus from blogging. There's nothing to write about, anyway. No one's here to entertain me. No one's even home. No Bert to warn against soda! No Milo to pork! The only way this suite could get farther from normal is if Dan showed up. I'm all alone, NinjaVideo my only friend.