pandora radio is now my liefff

i've spent like 5 days in bed from lack of food and the vomit that caused the lack of food, and through those lovely lovely times i relied on pandora.com to give me some tunes... (: it's niiiice.
and for some reason astrology charts interest me today, so here's mine:

my sun is in cancer, my moon is in taurus, my mercury + venus are in gemini, and my mars is in virgo.
i'm an INFJ (introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging).

(if you'd like, find your myers-briggs personality herrr: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
and your star chart here: http://www.cafeastrology.com/index.html)
call me an advert-whore if you must.

and it's taken me roughly an hour to hold the attention span to write all of ...9 lines so for, including this one.
so i'm thinking i'll write a little more when i've got a little more dedication to dong something.

-bb
(ps: i want to go shopping)

out of commission

been sick for four days.
's all for now.

hmm.

here's a not-so-hypothetical situation for my hordes of imaginary readers:

if you got a hottie's number, and had it on paper and a friend found it, or had on a friend's phone since you didn't have yours, or they got the number somehow from your phone...

would you be the slightest bit pissed off if they texted said niblet whilst pretending to be you, told you about it, bragged their ass off, and wouldn't let you read the texts or text back?

i'd be pissed.
oh, wait.
i am.

what the fuck are friends for, again?
oi; who can you trust...

transferring schools is seeming like a better choice evvvvery day.
-bb.

superbowl.

i wish i could just listen to the damn game. hearing this asshole's 'phil-osophy' (ha-fuck-ha) is interrupting the only reason i'm not taking a nap right now.
and i'm not sure what the hell anyone else does, but i have to root for fucking someone in a game, and this time it's the colts, cuz one of my friends is in indianapolis.

didn't they use to play sports on the radio? i want that, except the commercials are good.
and i want to see half-time... with the who. (:

considering this is usually the only game i watch a year (that's changed recently though. weird new friends and shit), i don't want to deal with slo-mo instant replays of everything... and explanations by some under-qualified pricks of why manning did this and why colston did that.

wtf ever. :|
i'm still a sucker and still watching this cuz of a certain texan.
yeah yeah. i'm a fuckup.

-bb
(ps: i do not like the saints. dunno why. go colts. (for ken))