Wednesday, 9 August 2006

I'm a pro at procrastinating....

I put the "pro" in procrastination, baybeee. I gotta vacuum and pick up all the cd's and junk that i keep tripping over...and figure out what I am bringing to SF....SF whooooohoooooey...I am looking forward to this weekend sooooo much.

At least I am getting laundry done...there is another annoying thing about the roomate... he did a crapload of laundry the other day and clearly never emptied the lint trap. You could knit a fuckin' sweater with his laundry remnants. As it stands now, he is moving out at the end of August... Lis is still trying to sell the house but no luck so far so I think I will still have a few months to figure out what I'm going to do. And you know what that means....Freedom to Procrastinate!!

AND NOW A MESSAGE TO PEOPLE WHO WRITE CHECKS:
Don't!! I think since the advent of the check card (debit card with Visa logo or whatever) and the fact that most places take regular atm cards anyway....checks should be for mailing, only....or if you simply must use one... pre-fill-in everything on it except the total while you are waiting in line...that way, people behind you won't have to wait in line forever and a day since you didn't even pull your checkbook out of your purse til the last possible second because you were so busy staring at the cash register just to make sure you didn't get overcharged on your York Peppermint Patties you annoying old biddy. There. I feel much better now.


AND NOW A WORD FROM WILLIE NELSON:

I've got a long list of real good reasons
For all the things I've done
I've got a picture in the back of my mind
Of what I've lost and what I've won
I've survived every situation
Knowing when to freeze and when to run
And regret is just a memory written on my brow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.

I've got a wild and a restless spirit
I held my price through every deal
I've seen the fire of a woman's scorned
Turn her heart of gold to steal
I've got the song of the voice inside me
Set to the rhythm of the wheel
And I've been dreaming like a child
Since the cradle broke the bow
And there's nothing I can do about it now.

Running through the changes
Going through the stages
Coming round the corners in my life
Leaving doubt to fate
Staying out too late
Waiting for the moon to say goodniight
And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears,
And I know just what I'd change
If went back in time somehow
But there's nothing I can do about it now

I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow
And there's nothing I can do about it now

4 comments:

Alex V said...

I can't stand lint-leavers!

back in black. said...

lint leavers do suck!

recently someone online got a hold of my debit card info. so while i was waiting for a new card to be sent to me, i had to write checks. everytime i would shop somewhere, i would apologize to the cashier and everyone in line. oh, the guilt!

kookychick252 said...

oh but you totally have an excuse for check-writery...it's not your fault!!!

hyena said...

yeahhh, i had to run in to the store really "quick" yesterday and got stuck behind a lady who wrote a check and as she was waiting for her turn she was definately reading a magazine rather than filling in the check