I need to practice my ninja stealth techniques.

I got a text from Sarah-darling around noon yesterday to tell me the excellent news of her employment. I was still pretty sleepy but that kind of news needs immediate congratulations, especially when she’s been so impatient to start working again, so I texted her back and shortly thereafter received a phone call. After a little talking we decided to go clothes shopping, she needed new work clothes and I needed to spend my birthday clothing money. Well, I dragged my weary butt out of my especially comfortable, warm, wonderful bed and made myself all pretty for our big outing. Then what does that brat do? Calls me up and says she decided to stay home because she doesn’t feel up to it! I was a trifle miffed, but I forgave her because she has been sick for a week and she did offer to have me come hang out with her at her place, besides, I’ve done that to her before, at least she had a good reason.
Since I was already dressed and ready to go I thought it would be best to run to the library and return my lost items so I could check out my holds. I felt way too proud of myself for doing such a small task, but that’s just how it goes in my world. Then I let myself go home and take a well-deserved nap. It was a miracle! I only slept for four hours and when I woke up I felt energized and refreshed! Usually they turn me into something resembling a zombie.
I kept wanting to call Sarah to hang out but didn’t want to drive to Seattle so I diddled around my apartment until a little before ten then took my restless rear off to the bookstore where I proceeded to sing to myself while browsing through books, suffering through the rant the voices in my head were having on the degeneration of the quality of fantasy novels, the increase in prices on books, how I’m perpetually broke from an insatiable desire to read, read, read! And then I started paying more attention to the music I was listening to and it came to this one song called “Everywhere I go” by Hollywood Undead. In one part it goes “when I start drinking, my dick does all my thinking” and what popped into my head was back in high school when I was hanging out with Tasha and whenever I did something gutsy she’d say I had balls. Brass ones. A big set of brass balls. I’m not really sure who started saying it first or how long we did that but it sure was funny as shit. I must’ve looked like a crazy person in that bookstore, laughing about it and then other jokes that I started making to myself. The times I should be more self-conscious I’m completely oblivious.
New topic!
I just got a BlackBerry Storm since my other phone kicked it. I am so totally in love with it! *squeal* Its so cute in its hot pink case!!! And I can do so so so much with it! Internet, email, pictures, music, video!!! And I’m sure this will be my favorite… it has voice notes! I can record myself talking and then text or email it to people!!! Or since I’m me I can record myself talking and then listen to myself talking!!! I am so vain. The song is about me! I will admit to anyone that I have a superficial, shallow, materialistic personality and usually with little to no shame. Whoever said looks don’t matter was a complete dolt. Somebody should shoot him for spreading such ridiculous drivel. Looks may not be everything, but they are something.