yeah.... about that whole caring thing... i don't.

h.u.n.g.o.v.e.r.

fuck you... i'm cold.

countdown to shoulder surgery : 8 days. woot?

food poisoning. ugh.

i think i may have literally just sneezed my brain out...

if i get attacked by the bats in the attic... call the paramedics.

i am -so- going back to bed

i swear it... my cat... is humming.

mr. walkway. mr. walk down me i'm the walkway... lead me to the building... fuck you

i'ma go take a nap. /puts on her sleepy face

it's eight thirty in the morning and i'm up... what do i do now?

god i'm tired

me... owch.

i'm pretty effing sick of secret admirers ... maybe one day i'll get a real admirer..

i really have to pee...

mmm... hungry....

it feels like a good day to cuddle up with a hot cup of coffee with cinnamon, vanilla and cream and read a book. :: nods ::

it's official... i'm actually married... now i'm off to change my last name.

7 days... one week as of today...