Hell to ships, hell to men.
Work fails. I stood up all day Saturday (nine hours!) and this afternoon, I have to don three and a half inch heels to go hang around my step-mom and great aunt. (And my dad, who is kind of the only reason I am going.) Then it's time to set up furniture and get mad at Ikea for making stupid shit I have to actually assemble myself.
Whatever happened to being able to sleep in anymore? (I do, however, have tomorrow to Wednesday off! Dear God in Heaven, please let there be a new Lost on Wednesday!)
Oh, and PS, anyone who was going to bother with that root touch-up shit from Clairol, do not bother, pls and thank you. It turned my very nice light auburn hair into like, poop on a stick, making it look like my roots were even longer. F-!
Look, one more edit up in here! Joanie, we need to do something, unless you think I'm lame because I never call and seem to have fallen into the endless void that is the stupid lab. I've been honing my Soul Calibur 3 skills! A little. I've gone from button mashing to knowing the really good ring-out moves.
Whatever happened to being able to sleep in anymore? (I do, however, have tomorrow to Wednesday off! Dear God in Heaven, please let there be a new Lost on Wednesday!)
Oh, and PS, anyone who was going to bother with that root touch-up shit from Clairol, do not bother, pls and thank you. It turned my very nice light auburn hair into like, poop on a stick, making it look like my roots were even longer. F-!
Look, one more edit up in here! Joanie, we need to do something, unless you think I'm lame because I never call and seem to have fallen into the endless void that is the stupid lab. I've been honing my Soul Calibur 3 skills! A little. I've gone from button mashing to knowing the really good ring-out moves.