My boyfriend brought me the most beautiful long steamed peach pink rose, a bag full of jelly beans and a massive box of super Tampons to my work this morning for our two month anniversary.

Yep, flowers and feminine products.

Dear Christ I love this boy.

It shocks me how debilitating a simple things like cramps can be. I feel so dead, so run over, so wrung out right now ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY MIKEY SHUMAKIE!


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and also hello Sunday morning. I'm still drunk.

Don't drink three glasses of wine on a Tuesday night while watching "Dancer in the Dark" at 11:00 PM and then realize that after the movie you forgot to turn the dryer on so your laundry you washed before is still sitting in a wet ball downstairs ( Read more... )

I feel good, good, good this morning. I'd like to thank baby Jesus for satin lined brown wool pants, a warm mocha and Vicodin ( Read more... )

I need to go to bed but I can't stop clicking this damn mouse. Dragging myself out from under my sheets at 5:00 AM tomorrow is going to hurt after having the nice weekend sleep-in-until-noonish routine. Oh Monday- I already don't want to look you in the eye ( Read more... )

I need a hug.

This afternoon has to be one of the slowest moving ones that I've experianced in so long. I keep telling myself not to look at the clock and then when I do it's like "OH GEE, A WHOLE 3.7 MINUTES HAVE PASSED! HUZZAH!"

I'm flippin' bored.

After hassling, jumping through hoops and knocking heads with the Dell service department for almost two weeks trying to talk them into coming out to fix my brand spankin' new computer (which came fucked directly out of its original box with a bad NIC) they finally sent a tech to my house yesterday. The card we'd told them was bum all along was has ( Read more... )