Ripping off the band-aid in a swift, upward motion

It's 11pm on the spot. I just returned home from dinner, and what I thot would be a movie... instead, i ended up in the childrens' section reading through some really quality magazines at one of those three foot high tables, accompanied by the foot-and-a-half from the ground benches. No one bugs you back there... I'm hoping this trend doesn't catch on.

I just had the living bajebus scared out of me... as my door randomly swung open. Must be the wind. Not very funny. "It's a little funny." (Girl Next Door)

Listening to Loveline, per my usual 10-midnite routine. I can't help it. But am about to take massive advantage of my local blockbuster, and head to the store to make fruit pizza (a weekly occurance in my apartment).

At the current time and place, i would like to say, "Odio la mia vita proprio ora."

This, ofcourse, is said in Italian, because even the worst phrases spoken in "the language of loovovvvvvveeeee" makes anything sound pleasant, and i'm all about optimism :).

In such a fashion, I will continue this foreign affair so that the blatant cry-baby is somewhat in code...

interested? www.freetranslation.com copy and paste.

No... actually.... scratch that. I think i'm going to go drink a few beers to cancel out this headache and then post the rant. it will be much more clarified and hilarious for the onlookers. Well... and mostly me... :) After all, ""alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burn on the forehead, knees, and lower back..."