Seem to be experiencing breathing problems. Coughing dramatically. Sleep is but a blip on the horizon.

Also, too much night time Robitussin and too much Fear and Loathing. Probably not the best book to be reading while downing medicine that makes me feel so… fuzzy. I keep having amazing urges to get into my car and drive around like a madwoman while telling people about urban legends as though I am an expert in the field.

It’s a good thing I’m off tomorrow or I’d be going into work Robi-tripping and also hysterically laughing. (By that I mean more than usual.)

I wonder if my voice will be gone in the morning? Care to bet on it, kiddos?

Sometimes one can appreciate good fortune only in the face of adversity.

The day did not start promisingly. Accidentally passed out at a friends house, who did not see fit to wake me up. They then proceed to pass out as well, and there are no alarms set. I have to get up very early this morning to go to a shoot. So when I bolt upright in a panic at 4:30 am, I am not pleased. Fling myself together, head home. Get one more hour of sleep, get up, shower. Also do not have time to pack lunch. Make it on time.

Slug back caffeine, attempt to not piss of photographer. My only lunch is a half of a sandwich that was left in my car from dinner the previous night. It is soggy, and it sucks, and I am starving, and eat it anyway. It is less than I want. Resume working.

Finally, after I get back home I get the bright idea to check online and see if anywhere delivers. They do. Call up deli, order sandwich. Sandwich and delivery fee come to 10 dollars. Choke. Order it anyway, for fear of gnawing off my own leg if I don’t.

Sandwich comes a half hour earlier than projected! Tip delivery boy very very well in sheer joy. He threw me in an extra pickle, cause he felt bad that a sandwich should cost ANYONE 10 bucks.

He then proceeds to light up a cigarette before departing. And lo and behold…

…is willing to sell me the rest of his pack.

And high fives me on his way out.

The sandwich was delicious.

Tabitha really enjoys it when her friend from school comes over and plays with her… she always knows just the right thing to do to make the afternoon fly by…

SEE HER GET FUCKED HERE

1. Does anyone else think Paula Abdul looks like a clone of Mickey Mouse?
2. Why do cats always think any can of food being opened is a can of food for them?
3. Why are all the bees dying?
4. I was reading my “Fact of the Day” and I found out that the human body contains 10 times more bacterial cells than human cells. Can antibacterial soaps bring about the end of humanity?
5. Can you do this? While sitting down, lift up your right foot and move it in circles clockwise. While doing this, use your right hand to to draw a imaginary number 6 in the air at the same time. Better yet, can you do this without looking and feeling like an idiot?

after having an awful day i decided to make a list of 25 things that make me happy:

1) wearing new socks
2)jumping in to the pool for the first time during summer
3)books
4)going to target
5)driving w/ all my windows down
6)opening a brand new c.d.
7)good hair days
8)receiving unexpected surprises or messages from people (good ones of course)
9)pugs- they’re just so ugly how could they not make you happy?
10)dancing to aleceiffel
11)listening to music and jumping on my bed
12)when people say ‘thank you’
13)tuna casserole
14)keeping my finger nails super short
15)jumping into big piles of leaves
16)scarves
17)cleaning out my car
18)good conversations; you know…the kind where you could stay up all night w/ a person and never get bored
19)gilmore girls (guilty pleasure..)
20)CHEESE BALL W/ WHEAT THINS
21)hugs, from people i like anyhow
22)seeing a movie you know is bound to be one of your favorites for the very first time and know it will probably never compare to that first time
23)finding a parking spot in the cove at work
24)pumpkin spice candles
25)sex

so there they are and there a plenty more, but as stupid and shallow some may seem i suppose it’s always the little things…everyone should do this in a bad mood.

I just want to live in creepy old victorian house. One with charm and history and possible hauntings. I want everything patterned in damask, black ribbons & classic furniture. Hardwood floors,oriental rugs, candles and beautiful chandeliers. I love chandeliers– i once had a dream in which an anonymous true love drew me a picture of one painfully detailed as a gift. I was smitten obviously. I want to own bugs in lucite blocks and dinosaur teeth (which you can buy online!) and odd artwork in vintage frames, which i search for in thrift stores every other weekend. I like making vegetarian foods in the shape of animals & cupcakes decorated with frosting spiders. I keep halloween decorations out year round. I love looking over my collection of books and cant wait until i have enough shelves filled to refer to it as my library. I love being french, i love speaking french.

Tonight i started watching old episodes of the addams family and i realized that in a way, i basically want to be Morticia. I hope that one day i can find a guy who plays with trains and will indulge me in all things dark. I really want that life, i want to be a creepy housewife.

Good Times
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Life

I had a very good weekend. Friday night I went to the bar and hung out with some friends, had little too much to drink though, but oh well - it happens. Then Joe, Kyle and me went to Denny’s for some food. Got home about 3am and passed out real quick.

Saturday night, Joe and I went to the beach which was nice. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to the beach. Except I hadn’t seen this crab in the water and I pissed it off (probably thought I was gonna step on it or something) and it attacked my foot. And I must say that the crab won the battle. lol. That shit hurt… OMG did that shit hurt. I got a cut now from it’s claw. I shall call it my battle wound lol. Let’s just say I was paranoid for the rest of the time that another crab was in the water and waiting to attack me.

Then since I didn’t get back till 12:30am, I had to drag my ass out of bed for work at 5am… but my day at work went great even though I was sleepy and still am kinda sleepy. Now I’m just trying to catch up with some school work which is what I’m gonna do now once I end this blog. Anyways, it was a good weekend and I needed it. =)

Can’t wait till this coming up Friday though…I’m going back to New York City again for another photo shoot! ahh yeah!!

Just joking… But, on the serious side, my wisdom tooth is fucking impacted. Yeah, why isn’t it out? No dentist. It stays swelled up for about a week, then goes back to normal. I’m thinking of going to the health department this time around though. Have it taken out before waiting for the approval of our medical. I’m tired of this. It does it atleast twice a year. I feel like I was fuckin punched in the face by Mike as hard as he could. Looks like it, too. haha! Hmm… I was just thinking of taking a picture, but who the fuck cares what the right side of my jaw looks like swelled up.

Oh yeah, and my mom’s pissed at me for not having it taken care of sooner, or right now even. She’s thinking of brain infection, shit like that. I can’t really blame her, but I hate going to the health department.

So, yeah, boohoo me.

I lost a friend of mine this morning to a long long long long battle with cancer.

He was a man of great wisdom and talent and he will forever live on in my heart and thoughts. He made me proud to be a performer and taught us all to stand up for what we believe in… and to follow our dreams as performers no matter WHO or WHAT stands in our way.

He had this ‘Drunken Horse’ act that he made a legacy with his partner(s) Chief Bear Paw. Those horses are the ones that will, for sure, miss him the most.

What a great great man the world lost today. Please Gaylord, know that these tears I shed aren’t of sadness… as they are more of knowing what the world lost today.

I will miss your dirty ass. Noone and I man noone rocked the dirty meter like you did, my friend.

I love you and will miss you in my heart for a long time to come.

GO WITH GOD and please watch over me.

Micah Moore just loves to eat her veggies up like her mom told her to do when she was little.. but I don’t think her mother had this in mind.

TOSS HER SALAD HERE