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13 May 2004 @ 10:55 am
I only update my journal this frequently when I'm at work.

It's pouring here. I can hear it on the roof and when I go into the back room the door where the supply trucks bring things in is open because it's hot, and you can see it. I have to close the door since it's getting cold (about fourty-five. If it weren't raining it wouldn't seem so bad).

I want someone to go to a karaoke bar or something with me and perform Paradise by the Dashboard Light. It's a blast to sing and I am sure it would be more fun with someone else to do the girl's part. But everyone I know don't have the balls to go up on stage and sing. (I know I suck at singing and I'm still willing to do it. I mean, I'm American Idol first round point-and-laugh joke contestant bad.)

Tomorrow I am getting my nails done. No, I am not suddenly vain or even that into good grooming and maintainence. My nails grow at an outrageous rate. I last cut them two weeks ago, and already from cutical to tip on my left ring finger my nail is over and inch long. When I cut them myself I always get too close to the skin and it hurts like hell for a few days, and besides that cutting my nails is one of those little chores I detest. So tomorrow I am going to leave it up to a professional and hope that they don't recoil in horror when they see the horrible shape my far-too-long nails are in.

EDIT: "You Can Still Be Free" by Savage Garden is a Daisuke x Satoshi song. Do not argue with me. I am right.
slytherinblackslytherinblack on May 13th, 2004 03:07 pm (UTC)
I should have a professional take care of my cuticle. It's ridiculous how bad it gets. Ow ow ow. But, you know, that would cost money. And stuff.

If we ever manage to hook up, I will do Paradise with you. I'll even sing the girls' part, because I'm cool like that.