i have reached the stage of pms that has me seeing every man i come across as an opportunity to get pregnant and every baby as something to sneak away from its parents and hold for a while. *ovary poke* quiet down, you.
anyhow, i am sluggish all of a sudden. i think it's because i didn't eat any vegetables all weekend, unless you count the okra in gumbo. i need a spinach salad. with walnuts and goat cheese. om nom nom. plus i had bananana pancakes for brunch. not the best choice, clearly.
i read my flist back 150 posts, found out frank and jamia got married over the weekend, and ryan ross can sing like a little indie baby bird. i love his ridic face so much right now. [
panic at the disco - behind the sea]
still jobless and restless. steady as she goes, though.
hart hart.