SHOUTY, CAPSY THINGS
My sails? Are exhausted. Send bourbon and a pillow.
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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
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southern hospitality!
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Man I need a nap.
I’m sitting at my desk and all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep for about 24 hours. I also just realized that I will most...
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Hello blog world.
Can I say I don’t like the word blog? It just rolls off the tongue so strangely and connotes disgust. Anyway, I have decided that...
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Oh my god, people under the age of… um… ? I don’t know? Just… stop following me, young children. There is nothing for you here.
I need this. If someone could find it for me, I’d be greatly obliged. ;)
Well sure, but it’s an arm and a darn leg.
<3
Yes, we are overwhelmed with decorating and design inspirations, Aparment Therapy*, and no, my rooms will never look as fab.
*Please do note the irony.
12 Days. One, two, three….12.
I am buying this today. And will be Painting the 90’s! by Friday, bitches.
Let’s Paint the 90’s!
A real book, with paints. Located in a hospital gift shop in Indianapolis, nestled among Chicken Soup for the Soul books and crossword puzzles.
My favorite? Let’s Add and Subtract with Milli Vanilli!
I love my house. Regardless of the crazy size.
Flight to Orlando: fine, if turbulent.
Flight to Indy: delayed by 5 hours. Getting to the drunk shortly.
So I had an ultrasound today. I am pregnant! Well, I already knew that, but this was to make sure the little pumpkin seed was where it’s supposed to be. Confirmed, gestational sac with yolk in the uterus. TMI? I don’t care. No fetal pole was detected but said sac was only measuring at 4 weeks 3 days, so really way to early anyway. This puts my due date between 10/03/10 and 10/08/10. Think I can cross my legs and have have it on 10/10/10? Not usually a novelty kind of person, but come on that would be pretty cool. Also, since I’m pretty sure my best friend is the only one reading this, we can be excited now!! Can’t wait for you to get home.
True factish opinion: the Atlanta airport is almost as awful as Atlanta. And again, I fucking LOVE airports.
The (male) flight attendant looks just like my boss.
Actual merchandise for sale at the Indy airport. Presented without other comment.
10am martini. The other best part of airports.
10am martini. The other best part of airports.
