I get the news I need on the weather report;

[what_the_random]

I got majorly stoned last night. DAY OFF.
That Inn and out cheese burger was the best I've tasted in my entire life.
Del stayed up all night last night doing laundry and let me
pass out on the couch since I worked all day. How sweet.
I't was 6 am and he was still up.
Now we traded! He's asleep and I'm

folding
Hanging
folding
hanging
organize
jeans
pants
shirts
bra
socks
towels
sweaters
foldinghanging
hangingfolding.

Not in Any particular order of course.

What a peaceful morning it has turned out to be.
Incense burning next to me,The postal service on the
radio ,calm foggy skies peeking through my blinds,
and My muffin curled up in a blanket on the bed next
to me.

I am so thankful for the sweet moments like these that
make all our bad days seem worth the while.

I am at war right now though. With the pimple on my
my lip. Don't you hate those? I call them..Lip-gloss
pimples. Girls, you know what I'm talking about. It's
a tiny obnoxious one that hurts like a bitch.
The joy of hormones.

I finally washed my favorite pair of volcolm khakis.
I always fold them over cause they are too big for me
but the inside stitching is so cool, I don't mind the
laid back "I don't wanna wear a belt" look.





I'm kinda into volcom currently.

Okay, is I't wierd that I am exciting to have fresh towels
and clean clothes?