08.05.02 :: 6:35 pm
Either I'm finally getting bored after three years, or I've been buried underneath 14,357,893,457,923,849 stacks of work. Yes. It's the latter. Now I chill at home and wait to go to My Boy's show. I think he goes on last and this means a lot of standing around. Feh. Oh well. It's the rock and roll lifestyle. I cannot believe in two Mondays, I will not be trapped in my cube. Instead, I will be cozying up with the boy here: Try our best to get everything squared away for the wedding. Sometimes I think this isn't happening, I'm so young, but then I remember, dude... you're closer to thirty than you are to twenty, so.. I'm starving. Gonna make some pasta. PS: No to toe rings already. No. We've discussed this and there is no leniency on the matter. And, while we're on the subject of feet, a resounding "NO" to French pedicures. That's just... unecessary. Little slivers of white on teeny toes. Makes me wince. Can't explain. Just no. |