a bird once told me June the 4th is not your lucky day

The question of the day is: Why is June "the month of butt" (TM Dollo)?

Because it is, you know.

Although I do like this pretty pretty new journal at my pretty pretty own website away from cranky cranky Diaryland which can like never ever work ever.

Anyway, with the car traumas and never getting paid (STILL!!!) and speaking of that, !!! themselves and all manner of buttness, I spend my time either hating, or being rolled up in a ball sleeping or bleeding over a cover letter for a job I am overqualified for, that is in an annoying area, that would require me to work overnights, that I shouldn't even want. Mostly I just sit around and hate, and watch "Degrassi: The Next Generation" (my only joy) and never leave the house ever.

The month of butt. I hate. Hate hate hate.


Ooh, look at these!! Remember those? I liked plain Chocolate Snaps better (the brown box, 'member?!), but this reminder of less butt times will do.

Now I must get back to my apparent volunteer position. Because when I do volunteer work, I certainly pick a multibillion dollar corporation to give a hand up to, don't you?