Sometimes when I'm bored and the internet isn't working on my phone, I like to pull up the compass and make it point to exactly 0 degrees N.

I've gotten better at doing this faster, so it has become less fun…

So, I'm driving to my mom's house. The road I'm on is windy and next to a lake. I go around a corner and all of a sudden a couple of geese decide to just cross the road RIGHT in front of my car. I could've sworn the first goose held up its wing feathe and was like "Hold on bitch. We own the road now."
I watched them safely cross the road and was on my way. This seriously got me wondering...
Why is there never a dead goose on the road like squirrels/raccoons/deer/etc.? All those mofo's are dead dead with blood and guts out, shit is nasty. I have never seen a dead goose though. It's like thy know some kind of etiquette that saves them from getting hit.
I see geese cross the street all the time and cars stop and wait for them. A cat crosses the road and they will get smashed to bits. Wtf is this shit? Geese need to teach all the other animals Aristocats Style how to cross the road. Them mo'fuckas don't die.

I am missing some points that I wanted to make, buy I've been gradually typing this rant on my phone all day at work... I am not spellchecking this thang either.

Peace out bxtches.

When I woke up finally, I walked out into this hot mess of a movie, Wisegirls. My first thought was "HOLY SHIT! It's Romy! She looks like a total babe in this movie!" Then I realized this was going to be some sappy bullshit girl power movie. The beginning of it really is.

"We'll be friends 4evr! Next year we will be doing the same thing! I love you all! It's really my birthday, but we'll pretend its all of our birthdays!"
VOM

Shit goes down. Apparently the mob is in the movie, the son is a fucking babe, and people die.

I don't know where I'm going with this post, but shit just got interesting.

I haven't made a post on here in a long time, so I thought about posting how ridiculous this movie is.
Romy just cut some dude up into baby pieces... The one whiny bitch is actually a cop.
I'm sure Romy is going to die in this movie.

Shiiiiiit.

Hi.
I'm not dead, I'm just maniacally retarded. Over the edge.
There has been so much that I have thought of over the past few months that I have been wanting to let loose on this blog, but I've been too lazy to log in. Too lazy to process what I'm thinking.
Though, as I'm typing this right now... I realize there doesn't need to be any though process while typing what I'm feeling. It comes naturally, and horribly inarticulate.

Right now I feel light weight and free, but really my life is about to fall through the floor.
Shit.

I will try to update more frequently with the ramblings of a dumb dumb depressed white girl.

I have been terrified to get on the scale for the past few weeks. Afraid that I might see the horrible weight gain that I could feel. I've been upset with myself during these weeks, reverting to my old ways and bad habits.
I finally said fuck it and hopped on the stupid evil scale....
I haven't gained a single fucking pound. UGgghhggGGHHHH.
I hate myself for putting myself into mind torture.
Bye bye.

BETSEY JOHNSON IS GOING OUT OF BUSINESS????
Oh my god, I feel like the saddest little fish in the sea.
a) Because I only own 2 of her items.
b) This going out of business sale is too much to pass up, but I have no green things to get anything.

WHERE IS ALL MY MONEY? Somebody buy me something from this sale. That dress. Her whole collection. A new car.
Those weren't real sentences. Who am I kidding?

Seriously, I'm just going to curl up into a ball and watch Naruto while I slurp my berry iced tea. Then I will cry myself to sleep.

Lookin' like a red-eyed demon right out of hipster hell. I was in the mood to look goofy as I was driving to Wal-Mart, thinkin' it would be funny and bring on some nostalgia to go in lookin' like a fool. As I pulled into the parking lot, I took them off all too fast and walked in looking normal, but still like a fool.
I have things scattered all over my room that I don't wear or do anymore. In a way, it makes me sad. I'm sure one day when I get my own place, I'll pick up on these wierd little things again. Right now is just not the time.