09.30.01 :: 4:15 pm
Later, he started slurring and I suggested he go throw up as a joke, but he took my advice, booted and rallied. Such a trooper. Ruby's friend Zucker bought a shitload of Strokes tickets, and one's got my name on it, baby. Yeah! I haven't been to a rock show in ages, and I need my socks rocked in a big way. Who better than a bunch of sweaty little boys? Today, I was actually productive, cleaned out my closet, did laundry, put everything away, made my bed, cleaned the house, did dishes and the floors, scrubbed the bathroom. All before 4 o'clock. I've got "homemaker" stamped on my forehead. Someone shoot me. Hopefully, My Boy won't have to work till 8 or 9 because the weather is such shit. We've become almost dangerously addicted to each other. We can't stand to be apart for more than half a day. This is either endearing, or we need counseling. $133.65 was the total at ShopRite yesterday. This is because I hadn't bought groceries since July. Don't ask me what I ate. I have no clue. Drizzle drizzle. I'm gonna go spoon the dog. |