today is officially girly me day. everything i do is the epitime of highschoolsjagirl.

i freaking turned my mouse into a rainbow. and looked at pictures of kitty cats.

and squealed.

i'm sorry. this will all be over by tomorrow. and i will be back to normal.

mmmmm educated guess. so good.

today sucked royally. but it has improved, and hopefully tomorrow will not follow the tuesdays-are-worse-than-mondays rule.

maybe i'll get to go buy paint and brushes. that would make me happy. i have been craving painting for a while now.

could i wear light lifty shimmery swoop dresses and fancy flip-flop shoes and sip champagne through straws on the beach sitting on the sand with the water-waves on my legs forever please?

oddly enough, when i was little i had an irrational fear of george washington's dead body showing up under my bed...

some...someone...took my ... .stapler....

i think we need to take a trip to the tiara-smashing-tool factory

and then take a trip to the tiara-making factory.

whachu say?

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who wants to sleep at night? certainly not me.

shuffle thump twist thump thud thump twinge thump pang thump sting thump wrench thump stab

that isn't very old at all;

i want it to snow eighty feet
and then i want to go outside and get buried and lost in a snowdrift.

my eyeballs are miserable and molasses and tired.
time for another haircut.

so i babysat an almost-asian baby last night and
oh my, sometimes babies are the most i'm-going-to-make-you-amazingly-nervous-because-it's-very-easy-to-drop-my-chubbybutt-down-the-stairs-and-mess-up-when-you-put-me-to-bed kid of things. but other times,
i just want to give one a name,
a huge rubber ball and
a nice kiss on the forehead.