C.O.D.

Confessions of the Day, courtesy of Group Hug...

I'm sat just reading grouphug atm and about to tidy my room. This is normal.

I'm waiting until "Domo Arigato" by Styx finishes on my mp3 before going for a piss and I'm planning to masturbate to internet porn in about 40 minutes. Is this normal?

I told my parents I got a cut on my foot by glass off a friends driveway when I was riding my bike barefoot(I required stitches). In reality, I cut my foot when I jumped onto a car and got it caught on the wiper blade while trying to get away from a big dog. That was 20 yrs ago!! I am still afraid to tell them because we were not allowed to jump on cars then, and now so much time has passed, how do I bring that up?

I fucking hate cats more than you.

Noselita just came by, grumbling about me blogging (or, more accurately, at me reducing the screen when she walks by). I grumbled about her endlessy looking into my cubicle, being so nosy and all. And so it goes.