The Freaks Come Out @ Night

I just finished making some cold pasta salad for my lunch tomorrow and decided to do a little blogging.

I think I'm haunted. These last two days I have just been so bored. I can barely sit and watch t.v. for more then an hour straight, and it doesn't help that I find nothing of interest to me on the tube. Is that good or bad? (shrugs shoulders). And I find that I have the desire to do something at the weirdest times. Like now. I decided that 10:30 at night was a good time to start making the pasta. I even did my dishes. The ones I used today even. And if you know me personally, you know I have a love hate relationship when it comes to doing dishes. I love eating food off of them but I hate washing them afterwards.

That's all for now :-)

Mini Update

1. I feel happier
   
2. I have nice but noisy neighbours
3. I can't wait for July to roll around
4. I would like to have a dinner party
5. I'm nervous about tomorrow evening
   

How You Doin?

I would like to say so much has changed, but that would be a lie. And I don't tell lies :-) For the last little bit I have just been hanging out, doing my thing.
I think I appreciate my friends more, or rather make more of an effort to hang out with them. There's KB who is sort of like the older sister I never had ( I may be older then her, but there's a lot of smarts in that head of hers). Next is Miss Puff Puff Pass. I can't even remember how we started hanging out, but I'm glad that we do ( can't wait for my invitation to come). Last but not least is Dunner. She's always up for going out, and has me laughing all the time (she makes road rage quite entertaining).

On a totally unrelated topic, I have pigeons where I live. Before they didn't really bother me because, they would chill and shit on my neighbour's balcony. But now the dirty fucker's park outside my bedroom window and wake me up around 5 in the morning. Just this morning at around 7 I go and look on the balcony because I can hear them out there from my room and the dirty fuckers are having like an orgy. There were two getting there freak on , while the rest of them were watching. If there is to be any fucking up in here, it should be done by me. So I go back to my bed then not two minutes later I hear this big bang against the screen door. I go and look and the dirty fucker's had brought a pile of corn on my balcony. Apparently the orgy made them hungry. I plan on buying a fake owl to keep them away. I'll let you all know how that goes.