Tip# 15: Fahrenheit 45-Fun?!!

So my house has now become a passive-aggressive version of Melrose Place, and I am not involved in it one bit. I am like the blond AIDs guy that no one would talk to/or about because his character was token and boring. The Turk won't leave and the Bostonian and his ladyfriend are surely non-plussed. I just nod and hide in my room. His quaint foreign hygiene standards are getting out of hand. It would seem that leaving detrius like most people shed skin cells is factory standard for this guy.

Gotta go to bed early tonight so that I can wake up at 5:30 and be to work on time. Working at a corporate bookstore is so crappy I wish I was illiterate. I must defect. Jump ship. Soon, very soon...

If I had an ipod Nano I would be happier. Seriously. Look at that thing. Its like a cute little musical suppository. I would shove that thing so far up my ass I wouldn't need headphones.