GANGSTA GANGSTA

Spent the whole day taking naps and watching Discovery. First, a mini-marathon of Verminators -- which might just be my new favorite show, at least until Dirty Jobs comes on -- and then a few episodes of Wild Discovery all about poisonous creatures. One of them was called "Venom: 9 Ways to Die." The venom specialist was a megahottie, but now I'm worried that the mosquito bite on my arm is actually from a White-Tailed spider and my skin will start to melt off.
Also, I worried so much about heart attacks last night that I took a bottle of Aspirin up to my room with me. Just in case.


My top-secret jerk-off project is coming along very slowly. Like shitting after a cheese binge slow. I work on it whenever I'm watching TV, but it takes me about an hour to do each letter (which is completely ridiculous), so I am already making plans to work on it at school. Keeps me busy, at least. Burning maybe five calories every three days.

At least my shirt from StockBoyDesigns arrived promptly. It's just as kickass as it was in the picture, and fits (fyi, that's not tie-dye; I'm no hippie). I've already washed it, and am waiting for an occasion to wear it out that's more interesting than lunch with my grandmother.

Still waiting for my dinosaur journal to come from ChristineRenee. I ordered it on the 31st, so I'm starting to worry. It was going to be my recipe notebook. Maybe it's like my copy of Buddenbrooks that was lost in the mail for a month because the USPS was too busy looking for its prostate to bother.