March 8, 2001 - Lazy and trying to work

Oh, look Chris's come to visit. And he's telling me I'm warped. Why? Because I say, "kiss my ass" all the time. Hmm... Not warped, not really anyway. But he says there's lots... Lots! he says. Ahem. He doesn't consider my fixation on the powepuff girls unhealthy. It's true. It's not. It's not like I have a fan site. He can't even think of something he honestly considers warped. Oh and he admits that maybe I'm not. But he wants to think about it. And I'm free to admit that there are things about me that are warped (I mean, I am the one with the "Everyone has a kink, whether they know it or not" theory). OOOH. He admitted it. He can't think of anything.

Oh, he blames my public exibitionism (ie this) for my warped-ness. And he insists there must be something! He doesn't know enough about me.

And he says there's too much information.

Whatever!

Yeah, some of it is potentially embarrassing. But he claims to be trustworthy. And I'll just take it down if it gets bad. Or put a password on. Something like that. Hah hah! Your ass is licked, boy!

Anyway, I did have an actual point to writing today. Since things are significantly better, I made it to the meeting with my advisor, which was usual helpful and frustrating because he gave me more work to do. Evil and yet good. That's why I'm lazy. And I'm thinking I'd rather write in my journal and write poetry and be lazy then do the school work that's due tomorrow at noon. Yep, I should be doing work as we speak but here I am writing in my journal and arguing with Chris.

Maybe I'll just go through and change everyone's name. And move this, at least partially. Yep. I could do that. I don't want to. I wish stupid Chris had never found this. You happy, Chris? You've wrecked my fun with my journal.