moths in your rugs they do it/what's the use of moth balls?

last night was Day 6 of 9. I've paced holes in the carpet. My eyes darting constantly to the door, to the great open expanse beyond. Well, the parking lot beyond. Oh to taste that fresh air! Ok honestly, the air there has a sort of greasy hamburger aroma to it due to the diner next door. Sometimes it smells a little yummier, if the wind is bringing the scent of Bahama Breeze instead... But inside my book-filled prison it smells like the feet of people who can't study at home or a FUCKING library. Truly, it smells... like ass. And the people? How can you stand and listen to 15 second clips of songs for TWO HOURS? OR MORE? Why ARE you studying in a store? GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT YOU RETARDS! BUY SOMETHING! BUY SOMETHING AND GO! I'M ABOUT TO THROW THIS BOOK AT YOU! YEAH, THIS GIANT FUCKING DICTIONARY!! GO!!!! LEAVE!!! fuckers.

in other news, how fabulous did Ally Sheedy look at the MTV Movie Awards? I only caught the little tribute to The Breakfast Club as it was probably the only part of the Awards that didn't make me wanna throw up. Lohan... eat. You were SO fucking HOT!! Katie Holmes? Also frighteningly, scarily thin. Can we drop some burgers to the Awards, stat??

hmmm what else can I bitch about today? Nah, that's enough.

Although if I could just mention the hotness of the guy in the Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper (which really, that's too busy, isn't it?)... It's almost like the Adorable Anthony of my work got it on with James Franco & this guy was the end result.

imagine that...