October 20th, 2007

Is Your Kitty Bad

Already Punchy

It's amazing how good intentions to eat well go right out the window when you're running errands at 9 in the morning on 3 hours of sleep.

I dropped Random off at work and my stomach growled in a most demanding way, and I thought, if I do not have a big greasy disgusting McDonald's breakfast within the next hour, I am surely going to have to slap a bitch. I felt like Jane Krakowski on 30 Rock-- "Me want FOOOOOOOOOD!"

So yeah. I won't even list what I got. Too shameful. But bitches of the world, you're off the hook for now.

Too much still to do. I will manage it all somehow. Can't believe I have to refuel AGAIN-- I just fuckin' filled up the car. Having the first pangs of nerves about the ceremony. I'll do good, right? I won't fuck up and Del won't have to strangle me with the handfasting cord?

Next week, I get a night to do nothing but sit around in my pj's, eat takeout, and WoW until my eyes cross.

Is it wrong of me to covet this? I should get it for my birthday burlesque outing...

Onwards and upwards...
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