Lately I've met a lot of people associated with the number 222. This one guy just moved to a new apartment and the address is 222 and another guy's birthday is 222. Then there's this one boy who's the most adorable thing around his birthday is 901. 9+1=10, 101 or plain 901. Anyway, I'm stressed out. I need more money so I can leave my present living situation alas the story of my life. Today I was probing around myspace and looked at this one profile to see if he was there. HE is 102, my current pet or 1002 or 210 or 10+2=12, 123. I need to get over it, he doesn't want me. He wants some boy. *Vomits* Or some girl, *Perpetual Vomit*. No seriously, I was in love. I know what love is: insanity uncontrollable insanity. Maybe I need to give up 102 all together. Is it possible to have emotional ties with a number? I think so.
This one jerk on the bus gloated about robbing a young girl. His birthday was 723 and it came out last night. He was such a goon. I know everyone's birthday by heart after they tell me but can't remember their names for all the money in the world. I don't know if it's because pick 3 or not but I can not forget a birthday. I go thru cycles where I play celebrity birthdays. Obama: 804. GW: 706. LAURYN HILL: 525. Angelina Jolie: 604. After awhile it becomes too much to play. I'm truly thinking of getting a second job to support North Carolina Educational Lottery, wouldn't that be a trip. In 2009 I'm saving all my tickets and filing a 1040--half of my income will be cut.
Weekend: Okay. Ate at Noodles, this f-ing delicious place everyone should go. It's cheap and good. Went to a show in Chapel Hill, TOADIES, and it was a spiritual experience, I've been listening to the Toadies since I was 9 so I was happy to have finally seen them live. They were amazing, that's no overestimation. My friend kept rubbing his nasty feet on me, gross I think my legs have athelete's foot now.