June 1, 2005

  • “YOU GROTTY LITTLE MAN.”



    the cat is knocking stuff off my desk and lying on the mouse.  grrr.


    someone needs to kill the landscaper.  or maim him.  or paddle him mightilly.  I had to spend a half hour weeding so I could sit on the patio with some tequila.  tequila is all that is keeping me from garotting myself with a length of dental floss tonight. 


    saturn is a bad boy today.


    a beautiful femullet walked by the SAlon today.  yamy would have climaxed.  we debated pulling her in for a makeover.  I have now had FOUR, count them, FOUR, requests for me to open a salon of my own, with audible wailing when I reminded them just how long it will be till my graduation.  or gradation, as albertsons put it on our last cake… the one before that:  happy birthday to a great instasure! (instructor)


    sasquatch was good.  not great, but no sunburn.  crystal skulls were FANTASTIC, so were the frames.


    jetskiing was superfantabulous but I have sustained massive bruising on my right leg and the knee has this horrible puffy hematoma which continues to bleed beneath the skin.  ewwwwwwwwwwww.


    my handsome man can’t make it tonight and the resumes I printed for my friend’s babydaddy got waterlogged in my beach bag.


    MUST.  KILL.  SOMETHING.


    enchiladas for dinner tonight.  there will be no rejoicing in the ranks.

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