I declare this day... "I Don't Wanna." day.

It's 2:15 a.m, Friday morning where I am.
I've decided that since I am off work today, I refuse to do anything that I don't wanna.
This means if I decide I don't wanna do the dishes, I'm not going to do them...and no one can make me.
The dishes can kiss my balls. I will grow a pair just for the dishes to kiss. Think of some things you don't wanna do today and just don't fucking do them.
Today is the day for anarchy,baby. So...what don't you wanna do today?

 

I dont wanna sleep in a wet spot, no more

 

I don't wanna go see Peter Andre in this book signing thingy he's having in a bookstore nearby later today.

 

I don't want to cook dinner, so we're either going to have to go out somewhere to eat tonight or order in.

 

I dont wanna have to sit and wait for this trailer to show up.

 

i dont wanna, i dont wanna be ... me

 

I just don't wanna...

 

I don't wanna move. (not my body, my residence)

 

I don't want to do anything. Luckily I'm working from 9 to midnight again, so all I have to do is sit in this chair and type stuff.

 

I don't wanna go to class
forutnately I don't have Friday classes

I don't wanna get dressed
alas I have to, since I do have to leave the house today

 

I don't want to work today. But I have to - I need the money.

 

I don't wanna admit that the photo of Bush in Osama gear is no longer just a product of my own sick imagination, but rather, a real joke being made on the internet with Photoshop.
I've always joked and said Dubya and Sami were the same person.
Now that others feel that way too, it kinda' kills this whole "I'm an imaginative freaky deaky chick" theme I got going.
Damn those Dixie Chicks and their photo manipulations.LOL.

 

I don't wanna be at this office anymore today so I'm outta here... been here since 0800 Thur am.

Close enough to 1400 to call it 1400, eh?

 

I don't wanna keep posting, but I just cannot stop myself.
849 posts. Um, yeah.