my own worst enemy.
do you care about the golden globes? i think i might but i'm not sure. i think i might say that i care so that i can feel guilt-free about drinking a bottle of pinot as dinner rather than eating the whole wheat pasta i have collecting dust in my cupboard. pinot seems celebratory. the 'globes are celebratory. hmmmm.
ah, if you do not do so already: listen to "is this love" by cyhsy at least five times in a row every day. every day!
i am in the market for designer denim. tag jeans or true religion? you make the call! weight is melting off of me and i must reward myself. one would think it's may 2002 again, except without that unfortunate addiction to cough syrup and pbs.
HOLLA.
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get whichever jeans make you feel the sexiest. i am a big fan of my james ones. and i had half a bottle of some spanish red tonight, but i didn't watch the golden globes. but i did watch tv.
yr coworker is being a manipulative ass. or he really has cold feet, in which case, he needs to leave his other woman.
i'm thinking the true religions will make me feel sexiest -- may go seek some out tomorrow night.
i think j has cold feet. i don't think he has true malicious intent.
perhaps i'm naive, howevs.
HOW IN ANY WAY ARE THOSE ADDICTIONS UNFORTUNATE, JBD?
the pbs ain't unfortunate, but the drinking cough syrup and watching pbs for a week straight is a little, um, pathetic? yes?
I'm pretty sure you're supposed to mix it with sprite, add a jolly rancher, two vikes and listen to some three-six chopped and screwed. how could that be unfortunate?
well, damn if you weren't across the hall from me at the time. you should have let me know. i would have shared the wealth.
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