i am for the first time in a few nights, genuinely tired. i'd really like to go to bed instead of typing this blog at two thirty in the morning, but while sitting in my room i vaugely remembered a root beer float from sonic exploding on my clothes for work.

i decided to wash them, but i'd really rather just turn them in like that. with these weird sticky white spots all over it. mwa ha ha.

yeah. my last day at godfathers is tomorrow. i am feeling some kind of emotion about it, but i haven't decided what yet. and i still don't know when i start at claire's. so tiffers may have a mini-vacation. not that i would object to a mini-vacation, but i really am quite poor.

um. yesterday i chemical-ed a really big bug to death. normally i would run screaming, but i really had to pee and it was kind of in my way. so instead i grabbed a can of hairspray and a bottle of hair detangler and just sprayed him till he didn't move no more. i went to get mandy to pick him up for me, she wouldn't. when i walked past again, he was on his back kicking his legs. like he was having some kind of seizure/anurism/heart attack. i felt kind of bad. so mom flushed him. the end.

sleeeepy. hurry up you stoopid spin cycle.

i accidentally let robby out of the laundry room when i went in. i was online, so i decided to just let him run a bit, get rid of some hyper puppy energy, ya know. but he just got on my nerves. so i made

sorry. spin cycle ended. brb.

man there's a lot of traffic outside for this time of night/morning. they must be havin' a pot sale down the street.

anyway, so i made trail of crackers from the living room to the laundry room, not really expecting it to work, right up until i shut the door on him. then, while contemplating my utter awesomeness with my cracker-trail plan (my cracker-trail was inspired by best week ever's plan to assassinate k-fed: cupcake trail off a building. 'hey look. a cupcake. it's like a muffin with frosting. hey, 'nother cupcake. it's like a muffin with frosting. hey, 'nother cupcake. they're like muffins with frosting. hey, 'nother cupcake. it's like a muffin with froAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.' k-fed dies.), i missed my glass on the counter and spilled milk all over.