1) I've always wanted a mariachi seranade. see http://de-la-luz.livejournal.com/3309.html

2) walking shoes

3) pants

4) drinkies

5) hugs

but really, I want the mariachi seranade.

GAH ( Read more... )

So I went to see a psychiatrist as I was growing concerned about my flighty habits. I can forget where I placed something about 30 seconds after I set it down. I finish other people's sentences before they are done talking. I can't complete a task for the life of me, and reading books will knock me out. Actually, I can't really read books. They don ( Read more... )

I vacilate between going back to derby and not. As I explained to Luke last night, I am afraid that I am missing out on something. There is this extensive network of people, all of whom have a variety of skills and abilities. But in order to access those skills, you must be part of the league. There is also the wonderful exercise, the comraderie, ( Read more... )

I entered a silly contest to will a trip to vegas. In order to win, I have to get the most votes possible. Please please PLEASE with cherries on top, help me win this contest!!! It will take you less than a minute ( Read more... )

Lately I have been fretting the small stuff about the wedding. How are the tea lights going to look with the stage lighting? Are the screen printed banners going to match the center pieces? How is the graffiti in the bathroom going to impact my more conservative guests? It sent me into a bit of a panic. I was having a difficult time aligning the ( Read more... )

It's warming up and the sun is coming out, little by little. (I didn't even wear a jacket today!) I had a fabulous start to my weekend, had a blast through the days, was all sorts of productive, and now I generally feel better. Who0t ( Read more... )

So many things feel like they are swarming me like bees, and there's honey in my hair. I'm a bit overwhelmed. Between missing my family in their time of need, quitting derby, missing my friends, feeling disconnected from my fiance, and hating my job, I feel like poop. I'm brown. I'm smelly. I'm lumpy. Just.Like.Poop ( Read more... )

I understand the appeal of a bachelorette party. Now, when I say that phrase, I am not talking about the penis-straw-sipping herd of women that plow through sex stores cackling and crowing at the manparts on the wall. When I say bachelorette party, I mean the idea of celebrating a women's last unmarried evening. It was until now a cultural ( Read more... )

Some people don't deserve the benefit of the doubt.