la.

my nose still hurts. stupid renata.


so, if canada is america's hat, mean canadians must be headlice. so says matt.


i just stretched, and hurt my shoulder. stupid shoulder. stupid EVERYTHING. rawr.


i wanna listen to my "davis does costello" cd, which rob sent me (*hearts*), but it's at home, and i'm at suman's. life is so freakin hard. also, the teevee in the living room is broken, so i can't watch bad vh1 shows. woe is me. i'm left with nothing but the computer and my mountain dew to entertain me. and suman's dog. but he's in the other room. he was sleeping, but i accidentally sat on him and woke him up (he was under the blankets, so not my fault. i'm sure suman's going to say it's all my pent up rage towards the dog. anyone or anything that eats my make up brushes gets rage unleashed up them/it. just fyi. so don't anyone eat my make up brushes. i need them.)


i really need to get my fucking website back together. i don't even remember where i had my counter from... (ooh wait, i bet it's the same site we used for cc.com ... ah, i am a genius.) ok. goal for this week.... make the website not suck! or at least... suck less! yay!!


the shirt i'm wearing has like four holes in it. and the shirt i'm wearing under it has the most ridiculous pit stains ever (i used to wear it for dance). i am SO hot right now. rawr. fear my hottness, for it will... burn...in...ate... you. yes.


anticipate many more blogs tonight, because i'm in a big blogging mood.