Random thoughts:
There is never a time that the word "panties" won't make me giggle, even if it's just in my mind.
I finally got caught up on Project Runway. As pro-plus sizes as I am, I thought Kelly's collection was waaaaaay better than Ashley's. Also, Ashley needs to slow down on the foundation. Every time she cries, her face streaks.
I need to avoid people who delight in frustrating me. At the moment there's one in particular who seems hell-bent on making me insane. And I need to let that shit go. Or deal with it. But yeah.
What is up with my digestive tract? I am mainlining Tums, taking famotidine/ranitidine/jimmydean like it's an addiction. Also, the amount of methane gas I've produced tonight could power a small isolated village.
We got our Christmas cards back from Costco today. The printing of the font is a little muddy, but it's OK. They were $16 for 75 of them.
I think Elf on the Shelf is super obnoxious. That said, I'd have a ball doing stupid stuff with it, if that were one of three things a day I had to do.
I am completely over it with college football. I mean, fucks given? Zero. That said, a friend of mine posted a video of her daughter, who received a letter of acceptance from University of Tennessee today. The letter includes a card that, when opened, plays "Rocky Top" - that's kind of adorable.
I'm having one of those weeks (months?) where so many things make me weepy. Songs, TV commercials, books.
I had the most bizarre sorority rush dream last night, ever. It was like a Broadway production. Total insanity.
I don't like Matthew McConaughey enough to stay up tonight for SNL. I think it's more critical that I get some rest.
I have a haircut scheduled Tuesday. Much needed. I wish I had a ton of money - I'd get a mani-pedi, massage and facial, too.
Okeydoke, then.
ae
There is never a time that the word "panties" won't make me giggle, even if it's just in my mind.
I finally got caught up on Project Runway. As pro-plus sizes as I am, I thought Kelly's collection was waaaaaay better than Ashley's. Also, Ashley needs to slow down on the foundation. Every time she cries, her face streaks.
I need to avoid people who delight in frustrating me. At the moment there's one in particular who seems hell-bent on making me insane. And I need to let that shit go. Or deal with it. But yeah.
What is up with my digestive tract? I am mainlining Tums, taking famotidine/ranitidine/jimmydean like it's an addiction. Also, the amount of methane gas I've produced tonight could power a small isolated village.
We got our Christmas cards back from Costco today. The printing of the font is a little muddy, but it's OK. They were $16 for 75 of them.
I think Elf on the Shelf is super obnoxious. That said, I'd have a ball doing stupid stuff with it, if that were one of three things a day I had to do.
I am completely over it with college football. I mean, fucks given? Zero. That said, a friend of mine posted a video of her daughter, who received a letter of acceptance from University of Tennessee today. The letter includes a card that, when opened, plays "Rocky Top" - that's kind of adorable.
I'm having one of those weeks (months?) where so many things make me weepy. Songs, TV commercials, books.
I had the most bizarre sorority rush dream last night, ever. It was like a Broadway production. Total insanity.
I don't like Matthew McConaughey enough to stay up tonight for SNL. I think it's more critical that I get some rest.
I have a haircut scheduled Tuesday. Much needed. I wish I had a ton of money - I'd get a mani-pedi, massage and facial, too.
Okeydoke, then.
ae
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