incorrigible

I am calling in sick today. Fuck Them. I tried to call in on Tuesday but they insisted the retail world would crumble without my assistance. So i went. But today? No Fuckin Way.
My nose is running. And i'm high on shots of this:


So to assuage my guilt, which will kick in at any moment, i have decided to clean the bedroom. I suck at keeping anything clean, but particularly the clothing and shoes in my life. My mom hates me to this day over the lack of room upkeep in 1990. It's been about 18 months since i overhauled the current room, and yet toothpickmoe still sleeps in there with me. If i don't snore. Whole other issue.

Also, i bought some organizer thingys for all my make-up shit. My pro kit is in such disarray, if i got called for a gig, i'd have to say no. So maybe a little pick-er-up in that area as well.



Then, if i am a very good girl, i will get to go to Crate and Barrel to exchange a couple wedding gifts. What should i get?



Then i'm off to my movement class, where i will injure my ankles and throw myself repeatedly to the floor in hopes of one day looking like:


instead of looking like an asshole all the time: