You know you’re at least in your thirties when you have a bag of cords and cables that you have no idea what they’re for. I can’t find my PS2 cables and controller. This is SO irritating. I just want to hook the damn thing up but there it sits, on my desk, all alone with no fucking cables or controller. Why do I let this happen? I should have learned to keep everything organized by now but I apparently have not. Dammit!
I still don’t know why I write about this stuff, no one cares, but I do, so…bleh!
I need dad again to help me hang posters because I can’t reach the freakin wall over my dresser. I hate being 5’2”. It really is a pain in the ass. I’d much rather be like 5’6” or 5’7”. That’s tall enough. I saw a short documentary on this dude who was a short king, as they call them, but he was really insecure about it and had bone lengthening surgery to make himself about 4 or 5 inches taller. I’d do that. Totally. I hate being short that much lol. I’m all for cosmetic surgery if it makes someone happy or makes them feel better about themselves.
Well…that’s all I have to say tonight. Have a good one, internet. 👍