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September 25, 2005

Spins.

I feel horrible. I vomited on myself on the bus home. I vomited the water I drank this morning. I vomited the egg sammich my sisters made for me. Stupid, dumb, stupid hunk show. I feel like shit.

September 24, 2005

Waiting for the sun...

Waiting for the sun...

Well, in happy-ish news I am off to a bachelorette party in Connecticut. Hunk-Mania to be exact...

September 22, 2005

Eeek.

Wow. I am completely and utterly stressed. This is a different kind of stress. A new kind of stress. Work is okay - sort of catching up now that they have hired more people. School is okay - the readings are a bit bland but I enjoy the class discussions. I am at the point where I don't like my surroundings. My kitchen floor is unfinished and I hate even just standing in that room.

My poor sweetheart has a torn something or other in his right leg - he needs to go to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow. His pain meds just cleaned out the bank account. We have six dollars. Six. I get paid next Friday and he can't drive to New Jersey tomorrow to get his paycheck.

I should be happy. Well, let me correct that... I should be calm, less stressed and much less irritated. I feel horrible for even thinking this - but I wish it was winter. I am ready to hibernate and sleep... Oh, but that sucks too. We will not be able to purchase oil to heat our tiny house.

September 08, 2005

A new love.

Haagen Dazs Caramel Cone ice cream is my new crack.

I just found out that last weekend during a Labor Day BBQ Jesi and I passed out in the lawn spooning each other. The last thing I remember is that we, Jesi and I, tackled our friend Brett and rolled down the hill. I woke up the next morning with grass in my hair.

I have noticed that the summer time, for me, is a time to see friends and drink beer and be silly. The winter is when I hibernate with a bottle of wine and get silly. Those of you that know me know that anytime is a good time to be silly...