Today's grand events include but are not limited to: packing. A lot more packing than I did yesterday.

I love the Faint's Danse Macabre Remixes.

I hope everyone is going to watch Simple Life tonight cos Paris and Nicole are going to Caliente, Land O' Lakes' finest nudist resort, my former place of employment.

The one old guy with the glasses who tells the girls that it's a nudist resort is Tubb Dieffenthaler, one of my bosses.

Inner debate: do I want to go to sleep or continue reading about crazy Jewish ladies from Memphis?

Either way, there's a million things I *should* be doing (yoga, cleaning, and replying to the ONE HUNDRED THIRTY THREE e-mails in my exponential inbox, however there's only one e-mail I'm waiting for).

I pray for peace.

The new Killers album is making me want to "emo-kid-dance" my tail featha off. [insert Cory's lame dance here ( Read more... )

Well, after about an hour of debate and banter and then a few thrown accusations justtobeabitch, I finally got to tell J what's going on only to have him say, "Why didn't you tell me ( Read more... )

Well...I've made my decision and told one person today of what's about to happen.

I might as well do it and not look back.

I'm fucking depressed already.

Heather, let's do this. ♥

UHM, who was on the committee to tell me there was a new Killers album out and FORGOT until today to tell me? Oh right, I told myself.

Man, I can't get enough to boy rock bands with synthesizers.

Another breakfast lunch with you Amanda.

Does anyone know how to get ahold of Tessa Garzillo? It would be greatly appreciated, I really need to speak with her.

I've got a heart full of rubber bands that keeps getting caught on things...

In an effort to capture something remniscent of Mike Ness cheating at solitaire, I ended up with something very Eminem-like:


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