S h a n n o n C a m p b e l l Voice of an angel, mouth of a truckdriver.

February 08, 2002
How Old Am I?


How Old Am I?

Wow. Complete black-out last night. Got way too wasted on my birthday. I don't remember leaving the bar, or coming home - but I also don't remember throwing up, so I guess that's a good thing.

Eh, my mom reads this journal. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this. Heh... hi, Mom!

Speaking of birthdays, my friend Anné rawks. She bought me something from my wish list. Of course, it was Microserfs, the book I needed to replace since she stole my copy, but hey - I can't think of a better present. Thank you, dahlink.

So, I had to get up at 9 this morning to meet a government inspector to pass a job at work. I showed up, still tipsy and looking like ass, and this guy wants to explain EVERYTHING, in verbose detail, for an hour and a half. Bleh.

He was very weird. He hinted that he had a small penis. Smooth move, dude.