Brie keeps throwing up on the bed while we're at work. I'm not that worried about her well-being, because she's probably just licking garbage sludge when I let her out to potty in the morning; plus she always eats her dog-food ration for the day. No, I'm mostly pissed that we have to change the bedding EVERY night. That and her farts smell terrible...
NY fashion week starts very soon. In fact, I've already seen some pics from a few parties. In moments like this, I hate that I live in Texas. Well, most moments I hate that I live in Texas...but I can't move to New York with no travel companion, very little job expierence, and no trust-fund coushin. I'm stuck here in the fashion-retarded South while I try to collect enough expierence and reference to make it in the big city.
The wind is so cold that it take my breath away...
Owen is driving me f-ing crazy with his obsession-o'-the-week: loading dvds onto his iPod via a pirated converter program. It does provide an extremely clear high-resolution conversions, but he's been at it all week. Besides, TV-sized Jimmy Paige is way hotter than the iPod-sized version.
I can't get a "woman wellness exam," because the gyno is only available during the week that I'm on my period for the next 3 months. WTF!
Kroger's sushi bar was out of chopsticks this evening. I ate my sushi with a fork. It was shockingly difficult.
Gabe, my infamous ex, contacted me today via myspace. It always throws me for a loop when he's involved...for obvious reasons...
Ok, I'm through bitching. Sometimes you just have to let all your toxic energy out. Thanks for listening.
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