07.28.04 :: 10:01 am

How is anyone even concerned with doing work right now? The guy who was in charge of the work is dead! Why is everyone still fucking caring about lipgloss base labels?

This life is not for real, I swear.

I must be on Punk'd.

Last night, Stoosh-dog and I walked in the thunderous, heavy downpour to Moo's house. And he totally opened the door holding two towels. One for me, one for her. He wrapped her up and peeled my wet shoes and jeans off and put me in a hot shower and then made me a tequila gimlet and talked about ... you know ... stuff.

Tomorrow, some uterine excavation for yours truly.

It's a constant buffet of good and bad these days.

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