Oh hell yes, Top Chef season 2!
Has my life gone so far that I'm getting excited about reality shows? Apparently. I am smelly, and I desperately need to shower. I'm coping with a lovely hangover from a coworker's birthday party.
Yes, I think a shower will do me good. I'll feel ten times better once I get this bar-filth off me, and get in to some clean clothes (if I have any left...).
I'm covering a shift tomorrow, so woo-hoo, 6 work-days this week, bitchin'! I dig it. I totally dig it. I need the money badly, especially since we're looking to move to a bigger place with future-roomie, Eye-sack. I AM GROSS. I WANT SWEETS.
Ben & Jerry's Black & Tan ice cream? Anyone? Cream stout ice cream swirled with chocolate ice cream. HEAVENLY. I would love a pint of ice cream, a box of donuts... Uh. Period, anyone?
Huh. I hadn't meant to walk off in the middle of a blog. You, gentle reader, would not know this, because the blog gets posted all at once, but I took my delicious shower, got dressed, and feel wonderful. Sort of. I still am craving junky foods, and beef jerky. Yeah. Cottage cheese. Mmm.
I indulged in some cute reading glasses from the $1 spot at Target a few days ago. Of course, Bryan gave me a ton of shit about it. "Yeah, I don't need them, but I think I'm going to get some orthopedic shoes. And some leg braces, yeah. Oooh, wanna go in on a back brace?" I can use these reading glasses. They will be good for my internetting and knitting ventures. Ass. But mostly, I just love the fac that they're glasses. HURRR. Yeah, I'm a lameass dweeb.
Oooh, Project Runway. I've got to get myself all caught up, certainly. Oh, Angela, you suck. Oh Vincent, you are batshit crazy. Oh Kayne, you're ridiculous and flamboyant.
I need wah-tah. It is hot in hizzere.
Has my life gone so far that I'm getting excited about reality shows? Apparently. I am smelly, and I desperately need to shower. I'm coping with a lovely hangover from a coworker's birthday party.
Yes, I think a shower will do me good. I'll feel ten times better once I get this bar-filth off me, and get in to some clean clothes (if I have any left...).
I'm covering a shift tomorrow, so woo-hoo, 6 work-days this week, bitchin'! I dig it. I totally dig it. I need the money badly, especially since we're looking to move to a bigger place with future-roomie, Eye-sack. I AM GROSS. I WANT SWEETS.
Ben & Jerry's Black & Tan ice cream? Anyone? Cream stout ice cream swirled with chocolate ice cream. HEAVENLY. I would love a pint of ice cream, a box of donuts... Uh. Period, anyone?
Huh. I hadn't meant to walk off in the middle of a blog. You, gentle reader, would not know this, because the blog gets posted all at once, but I took my delicious shower, got dressed, and feel wonderful. Sort of. I still am craving junky foods, and beef jerky. Yeah. Cottage cheese. Mmm.
I indulged in some cute reading glasses from the $1 spot at Target a few days ago. Of course, Bryan gave me a ton of shit about it. "Yeah, I don't need them, but I think I'm going to get some orthopedic shoes. And some leg braces, yeah. Oooh, wanna go in on a back brace?" I can use these reading glasses. They will be good for my internetting and knitting ventures. Ass. But mostly, I just love the fac that they're glasses. HURRR. Yeah, I'm a lameass dweeb.
Oooh, Project Runway. I've got to get myself all caught up, certainly. Oh, Angela, you suck. Oh Vincent, you are batshit crazy. Oh Kayne, you're ridiculous and flamboyant.
I need wah-tah. It is hot in hizzere.
aliciakay:
you are great!!