i put some shots up.

hmmmm.
i've been sick. a head full of mucus that won't come out. the mucinex and the hot showers aren't helping much. i bought a fresh box of mentholated breathe right strips. i think they are on clearance cause they only cost $1.50! i saved over $4 bucks. i think i should go back and buy the last three boxes. FORTY BREATHE RIGHTS FOR SIX DOLLARS? NO WAY.

what else is new....
OH RIGHT

i am going to toronto to celebrate meghan's birth!
march 12-16th. doobs, scrabble, meat, my best canadian friend.
FUCK YEAH.

i need to clean but i had a dentist appointment this morning... which means i am currently on drugs. mellow mellow mellow drugs, that make me want to sit on the couch and stare at the box for hours on end. this is not good. i haven't had food or coffee yet, but no one was available for a breakfast date, and when i stopped in whole foods for a cup of joe, i couldn't choose between light roast and french roast, cause really i just wanted a thick rimmed mug of diner coffee.... and now i am home, where i can attempt to make my OWN coffee, but if you know me well, you know i have a serious problem with making coffee that doesn't come out tasting terrible. it's a problem i know i need to work on.

so here i am, a messy house, no food or coffee, and the energy of a slug.
woooooohooooooooooooooooo.

at least i don't have to be at work this way.

i need a break.

what am i so attached to?
how can i know or be sure of anything if i never try something else?

my patience is nearly gone.
pep talks are useless.
i want a fresh bag and a vacation.

i just talked to sutie, my dear dear friend, for 87 minutes and 56 seconds. beautiful.

just in case you live under a rock

!!!!

the orr sisters are fucking great. here's proof:





in other news, i have heartburn.

i learned this week that when i have a face full of bad makeup and a trashy outfit on (torn fishnets and denim cut-offs, of course), i look like a fifteen-year old boy in drag, who borrowed his sister's bra and stuffed it with ankle socks.

when i am around people who get frustated, and i can't really help with the problem, all i can do is sing stupid songs at them.

i don't think it helps, but maybe they will smile?

what's been getting me through these days...

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(danko looks so cute in that last one.)
YEAH I KNOW WHAT I LIKE.
CAN I HAVE A FUCKING TIME MACHINE?