etoille

hello again everyone!

i know, i've been a bad blogger. i was planning on posting lots of fun things regarding the christmas holidays with the 'rents & fam, but apparently, father christmas had something completely different in mind for my christmas.

...and that was the stomach flu. yep. i've spent the past half-week bed-ridden and puke-festing it up. i mean, despite how much i love extended family coming over and gawking over the fact that i don't eat the turkey for christmas dinner, it also wasn't very nice to have to leave five minutes into the ordeal to retreat back to my room to have a private cookie-tossing-carnival.

speaking of carnivals, i'm dating a carnie. carny? how does one spell that properly?

knowing me, it probably won't last. i think that my only committed relationships that mean anything are to the following things:
- lowrey, my electric organ. oh, how i love him so.
- my guitar.
- my car, marcel. despite the fact that his transmission is still out of commission.
aaaand, - shiner bock beer. love the dark beers.

on that note, i think that the plastic ivories are in serious need of a tickle.

xoxo,
ETOILLE.