ouch

i just stabbed myself with a paperclip, really hard. i sort of bent into the triangle contraption and was playing with it in my mouth. and then wham, out of nowhere it turned from being a toy into some sort of weird finger-harmer. ouchie.

i would not recommend this activity to a friend, unless i hated them.

public apology

i writing to say sorry to internet. recently i wrote about how disgusted i am by the internet. and i have to take it all back. now that i work in my lonely office with no friends i often find myself turning toward the internet for amusement. it started with checking my email and bank account, then turned into blogging and now its turned into an out and out love affair.

the internet is so funny, yet intelligent
bold and strong, yet unassuming
it may seem arrogant and hard to understand, but once you get to know it, its loaded with useful information and fun personality quizzes.

oh, internet. oh did i survive without you and all your pronography? why is it when i type it whitehouse.com you show tits, instead of the white house information i was asked to look up by my boss? is it because you are always one step ahead of me? knowing my every move? i feel so safe yet dirty in your world wide arms, maybe one day i figure out your secret of how google works and this blog will be the most viewed profile in the world. but until then i will respectively stay at 16, not questioning your ways.

sincerely
www.gilmoregurlz.blogspot.com

very interesting!

ok so i have some dumb actor guy who wants me to vote for him in some internet poll, roach motel, and project runway, there is one thing these three things have in common: WHORES! everything is so whorey. this guy who is whoring himself out for votes, is clearly a whore. only whores stay at roach motels, in fact the real name is "whorey roach motels", its just abbreviated because roach motel rolls of the tongue better. and project runway, a show that i will kick children in order to watch, is filled with whores on top of whores judging whores as they walk down the whoreway. wow i feel great. this is my best whoreblog, probably ever. i would like to thank everyone who commented.

film library

i have to go to the film library. its in another building. i had tomato soup for lunch. it was awesome. i would eat it again if given the chance. i wish i had more going on in my life. all my blogs are about how bored i am, and i think they come off a little sad. hows about this, someone give me a topic to blog about and i will give you my full opinion of the subject.

this is really going to turn sad when i don't get any comments.

more tired than ever

i don't know if i have ever been this tired before. and the rental car still isn't returned. and i am sitting here, at my little desk in the corner. and no one is talking to me. and i love to talk. probably more than anything ever in the entire world. talking is what does it for me. talk talk talk. that's what i would do all day long. i just want to talk. i am so desparate to talk that i would even talk about something other than myself. i know i know i can hardly believe it myself, but its true. i feel sad.

wow

i am work. and i don't have much to do. i have to leave in half an hour and go to "boring class." where we learn how to make ourselves more boring individuals. i keep falling asleep in my little desk in the corner so i have the sneaky suspision that "boring class" is teaching me more than i realized. when i fall asleep i dream for that half-a-second before my head jerks back and i desperately try to hide that i was sleeping by banging on the keyboard. but in that dream i think about a certain comedy group that i haven't seen for a year. a comedy group that nearly surpasses all other groups, i put that "nearly" in there to cover my ass because there may be better groups out there, but i haven't met them. anyways i dream about them, and those have been the most exhilirating combined three seconds of my week. well i also broke a personal record in online sudokus, and i got pretty excited then.