i just ate...

i just ate one too many flavored tootsie candies. now i feel like a multi-flavored vomit bag. only i can't seem to vomit. so maybe i am just multi-flavored. hmmmmm. not bad....well, today i finally finished cleaning my way too small apartment, which is GOOD, but the PATHETIC thing is, it took me 5 days to clean the entire apartment. i am so lazy, i cannot clean more then 1 room per day. and i have to skip one day in between each cleaning day, so, in conclusion, it takes me 5 days to clean 3 rooms, therefore, i AM a loser.then i decided i needed to get my new love interest home: granola. yes, i am in deep, passionate love with granola now. but on my way to get my lover, i ran into a cool clothing shop across the street from my apartment, and the nicest, finest looking shirt in the display window caught my eye. it was love at first sight, and instead of saving 30 bucks for my night out tonight, i yanked the shirt on my back. when i realized i had less money than i thought as i paid the 30 bucks at the register, i could really see that i would have very little money left for tonight, but i still didn't care. i just don't care enough about anything or anyone besides myself. sorry.when i got home and greedily slammed the granola and tootsie candies in my mouth, i pondered some more about it, and decided i just may not end up going out tonight after all. even though my new mint-green lace shirt would look hot for a night out on the town, i just don't feel like showering or doing my hair, or really much of anything. it IS my friend's birthday, and i missed his birthday last year too, so i really SHOULD go, but i dunno if i want to. i did, after all, take his photographs the other week, and he told me how wonderful they turned out, how his friends and professor thought they were amazing, and i was quite flattered, BUT when i asked to have copies since i was the one who designed and took the pictures, he said okay, and of course as usual forgets to bring them to me yesterday. i could really use those motherfuckers for my portfolio.... fuck.why is everyone in my way of being successful? i am sick of you!