Surviving Myself
Ahh, Fuck it.
In the mood to write right now, but am sans laptop. Do I go old school and grab the moleskin out of my purse to fuck around with words?
Can’t look at NFC South’s standings without the distinct feeling that there is some creole voodoo at work.
Last nights tweet was a #nyquilfail. Spent this morning in bed with my guy, some tea, and swamp thing. Now waiting for French brunch. :)
Just took Tylenol cold sinus pm stuff. Perfect day slightly ruined by perfect day. Somewhat salvaged by thermal pjs and hugs
Outfit: too large random graphic tee, too large faded lime green grandpa cardigan, too small black jeans, and 4 days facial hair growth.
Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite game: Hipster or Hobo??? Free can of ironic PBR if you get it right.
My roommates save 1200 kitties a year and yet they never rescue the one getting sodomized loudly every day in a yard facing my open window.
Fresh and FREAKING DELICIOUS
I’ve been hearing about a place called the Czech Stop somewhere in Texas since I got back from Prague. Czech food is hard to come by (even in NY) and apparently there is a random Czech town down there filled with deliciousness. Might be the only reason I ever go to Texas.
