Serious ice cream craving going down. Oh hell.

Has to be Rich to be finding this kind of shit.

Well yesterday was really cool. Hung out with the girls, Stace, Dars, Ria, Bev and we went to the cinema, accompanied only by Stace's bro and Dirk was in among the fray somewhere. Star Wars Episode 2...nice. Yoda rocks onnnn! Ok so for a non SW fan, I enjoyed it. The love story stuff was just wayyyyy ... dumb. I had one guy in front of me totally cracking up because I was making quiet comments about Anni having issues. Lord he was patheticcccc!!!!! Let me not spill the whole story though. Padme had sweeet oufits omg! omg!

Anyways. 5 chics, one kitchen. Boy oh boy. We got no food to buy anywhere east side @ 11:30/12 so we had to make do in the kitchen. It's a good thing my mom sent some chicken wings so we just had to warm those. Macaroni salad (mean caloric good stuff), was made and we indulged at what... 1 or 2 am. Good God. We sat there and watched tv (sad attempt @ watching pr0n wa made, but there was nothing interesting anyway), and talking a whole bunch of crap. Sleep was had by 4? I think. Not for Stace Bev and Ria though...lol or so we heard. I totally bepped out.

We awoke ... ok well I awoke around 9:15 and trudged around trying to wake the natives, but they were unmoved. Stace was attempting to cut up stuff for breakfast. The long and short is after a lot of laughter and shit talk we ate around 10:30. Disgusting really. Hung around a bit and headed for the gym. I am alive to tell the tale.

At the gym. Har! Am there waiting for my headache to dissipate, and this weirdarse dude steps in and is being annoying and lame. Is v. ugly (God forgive me), and is stupid and showoffish. Is trying to show off Spanish skills to Vennie chic who's there. My trainer, being the bastard that he is (oh I love him so) leaves me and is talking to Vennie, and am left staring into space being talked to by idiotboy. Has funny accent. Says he's Trini. My royal arse he is. Is talking bullcrap. Leaves running behind Vennie chic. Thank you Lord. Later on the other guy working out is there telling me he's been around a while and checks out all the chics (compensation?) and is a general lamo. We're bad and making fun. Tsk.

Why do all the psychos decide to target me? Yuck.

Hoping will not have to do babysitting thing tomorrow, so someone, please take me out.

Having not heard from ppl abt freelance job, they are assumed uninterested and rude. Either that or e-mail doesn't work? Hm. I doubt.
Guess should put up site now.