I have nothing to say to you. Maybe next week.

Are touring together? I wish. Actually, a few rooms on my floor are being renovated, and I am just thrilled with the musical choices of the construction crew. A couple days ago I could hear Journey wafting from the radio of drywaller x. This morning? "Life after Love" sung by the incomparable Cher. What's next? "Sexy Back" by Justin ( Read more... )

When does one officially stop wearing flips flops? A girl needs to know these things.

So, now thanks to the new stalker feed, Facebook has caused me great distress. I was recently invited to join a group about never forgetting September 11, 2001. In the times of old Facebook, I would have gently declined the offer. I'm just not a person who displays public affection for anyone or anything. Ask Jamie and Audrey. I just make ( Read more... )

I'm currently watching the "Road Trip" episode of Dawson's Creek. You know the one. Grams does a kick ass U-turn in the middle of a busy street and drives Jen halfway to Ohio, so she can make-out with Henry in front of the football team. Also, Rosie premiers on The View today.

I love making lists. I think I even listed that as an interest on my Facebook, so it has got to be true. I just finished my second week of classes Friday, and I already have a note card full of shtuff I need to finish, start, and people I need to pay. Because in college, there is always someone to pay. Last year, as I finally accepted my role ( Read more... )

With a case of gastroyadayadablahdingdong. I don't know. The doctor lost me at "You can't drink caffeine." I have stomach issues. My stomach rejects anything stronger than chicken broth. So, needless to say, after several years of eating hot, greasy, delicious food, my stomach has actually started eating itself. Oh my. I'm so fucking dainty.

Oh, shit.

That's the question I asked my dentist before I had my wisdom tooth extracted. He laughed. And then shot me up with anesthesia. I have to say, though, that this was the most pleasant tooth extraction experience I have ever had. And the most odd. As I was sitting in the chair, trying to not choke on my now numb tongue, my dentist's 18 year-old ( Read more... )

So, sometimes the best-laid plans just aren't, well, the best. Like the presidential election of Bush in 2000. And 2004. However, this isn't a political rant. Who knows how many of those I have had. To the NSA, hello ( Read more... )