yesterday roxanne and i played hooky from our lives and went to the garment district in downtown LA ( Read more... )

back in the days of second grade, we never had tiny candy hearts that had messages like: "IM Me" or "Page me." there was one heart that was forever confusing to me though, the one that said, "sad sack." what?

during the day, it makes me really uncomfortable when i become really aware that i am wearing a bra.

my favorite part of the day is when i get to whip this thing off.

also, i like when i can finally take my stinky shoes off.

oh guess what? the end of my day is never until about 10pm.

and guess what further more? i can't take no more of this

as i was saying to unrepeatable today, (electronically, of course), there are times early in the morning when i still have about an hour or so to sleep. and boy do i want that extra hour of sleep before i have to face the day. but, like an annoying alarm clock, my bladder starts bugging me to relieve itself. and because i like to punish myself, ( Read more... )

on the steve harvey morning show today, it was announced that Beyonce and Prince are pairing up to perform a Beatles tribute at the grammys.

i am not sure what to make of this. should i be saddened or excited by this?

is anyone else annoyed that they don't get feedback to their comments sent to their mailboxes anymore?

is anyone else really really disappointed that buck_choklit didn't get in a knife fight, as promised?

at any given point in the day, i have an ear worm. and nothing is worse than a van halen ear worm. especially when i only know the verse, "oh oh oh, jamie's crying." why is she crying? and why do i have to think about it?

i know i've said it before during a time of great anxiety and weight loss, but my granny panties are starting to droop to the point of looking like little boy shorts.

this is one panty line not to be played with.

note scribbled on my yellow notepad this afternoon: "less fart, more pant drop."

why?

and when i mean "why", "why" applies to a whole load of things.

i have so many prescription drugs in my blood, i am almost as embalmed as keith richards.

my parents just called from the east coast to tell me what a rotten daughter they have. i guess they watched the first ten minutes of my show. i am rotten. i'm not proud of it.

speaking of it, does anyone want to watch it with me tonight?