Sitting in this overpriced airport restaurant, I notice the woman across the way from me has Meg Ryan’s hair from “French Kiss.” Only not in an adorable way. Come to think of it, Meg Ryan’s hair wasn’t that adorable, either. Stupid movie, too. “Lactose INTOLERANT!!!” My terrier mix could have written better dialogue. ***** Meg
I AM FREEZING MY ASS OFF. What little of it there is. I swear, if I could move my gut to my butt, I’d be a happy, happy girl! And I left without packing a cardi this morning I also look slightly crazy in 50 degree weather, wearing a cap sleeve cotton dress and sandals.
What’s on at four a.m.? FUCKING INFOMERCIALS. I guess the TV gods know we need to be put to sleep if we’re up that late. I’ve already ordered: a ShamWow, some Ginsu Knives, a Shark Sonic Duo, a few Bumpits, some Wen for my Bumpit Fabulous Hair, two Hawaii Chairs (because one is just not
Well, not really. But you know that if I could, I’d be doing it all the time. I think I may be over the depression hump now. The reason I say this is because I started taking notes on shit that pisses me off again. And notes on the random, weird thoughts that come to