Pajama day

Did nothing today. I have this nagging feeling that I should do my homework. Maybe later. I'm in such the lazy mood today. I woke up at 10, but stayed in bed thinking until 11, ate a Twix bar...(and I wonder why I am fat), went to return tapes for my mom at the rental place, ate lunch, watched some soaps, took a nap, cooked some rice, got dressed up for a moment, and took those promised pictures. Now I sit here, in my pajamas again. Well, they're actually just a pair of sweats. My lips are as dry as...(thinking of something dry...) uhm...(still thinking)...well, everything I am thinking of is kinda nasty, so I'll just leave it. My lips are dry.

Tonight: If that Trista does not pick Ryan...girl is crazy. If she does pick Ryan. Good girl. Come on, Ryan. I don't want to owe my mom ten dollars.

I'd love to quote a song right now. Just because.

So...Song lyrics I'm thinking of right now:

I did her, not just to say that I did it/ But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it/ That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her/ I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer/ But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop/ Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop -Common Sense- "I Used To Love H.E.R."

feel the passing of day/ where nothing has changed/ night has determined to force us away/ buy me a room/ with bed and amuse this is almost resourceful/ stop, don't hit the breaks/ they don't do a thing/ we made it to nowhere with no time to spare/ no one said life was fair- The Juliana Theory- "White Days"

One more robot learns to be something more than/ A machine - when it tries the way it does - make it seem/ Like it can love -/ Cause it's hard to say what's real - when you know the/ Way you feel - is it wrong to think it's love/ When it tries the way it does...- The Flaming Lips- "
"One More Robot - Sympathy 3000-21"

If this sky's going to eat us then I'd like to be digested into a million pieces with you./ I'd love to be scattered to hell with you./ To hell with you.- Saves The Day- "Sell My Old Clothes, I'm Off To Heaven"

Met him on a Thursday,sunny afternoon/ Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees/ He was brown,deep/ Said he wanted to talk about my mission- Jill Scott- "Love Rain"

Ahh, the sound of good music.