Humidity is a killer.

You may've been the last person I wanted to see, so it was good that you chickened out and drove by. You're stupid white van, and my stupid job, pulling that stupid cart in in the sticky weather we had today. Good riddence to the both of you. I hope you're very happy not being together though totally are together together. To be honest, it kind of freaks me out.
Though, if you had decided to brave whatever wrath I'm certainly not going to bestow upon you, I would've wanted (but wouldn't've) to tell you to tell your not boyfriend boyfriend that texting me is stupid, and he shouldn't do that anymore. I'm not being a jerk, it's just that I don't have anything nice to say. And I am my grandmother, and if there's nothing nice to say just say nothing at all.

Anyhow, now that that awkward narative is out of my system; I've really got nothing else to say. Today there was a tornado warning and I missed it. I was in the shower.
I also reorganized my CDs (or, my 'tunes', which is halfway lame enough for me to say.) in my CD case. There are so many holes. Like, CDs that I'm like "What the heck? Why don't I have them?!" Like, for instance: Revolver. Why don't I own it?
I don't know.
And, also, I don't have enough room even for all the CDs I have.
I need another CD case, but so so many more CDs.
Anyway.
My life is certainly uneventful. I watched Juno just now, with my sister. It kind of really pissed me off, indirectly.


Please and Thank You.

I listened to a lot of This American Life and Ok Go today. It rained. Today didn't suck.