Hello hello, ’tis Friday, ’tis the weekend. I plan on staying in and playing Frontierville on Facebook (I am a loser, yes) while eating healthy things that will make me look less like a cheeseburger and more like a vixen of sorts. I might not be able to resist a bag of Cheetos, though, so we shall see.

Photos! Of Nothing! Important! From! The Week! That! Was!

At 830am, the sun peeks through the side of my native blinds, reflects on my mirror, and blinds me. That is my cue to get up and start the day but I usually just flip my head to the other end of the bed.

“Too lonely”, boyfriend said.

I borrowed Rant from a friend; I shall need to make time to read.

So this is old but I was going through old Flickr photos and saw my signed copy of Hanson’s Underneath.

Coffee in the kitchen.

For your giggles.

I love my Baby Girl.

Tom Clancy (Rainbow Six) in bed.

My bed with a crumpled shirt and a pink bra that need to be put away in my closet.

Just one breath is a million sighs.

Like the smiley, giggly girl that I am.

It was the usual home-work-home week. I’m trying to cut down on expenses and alcohol and late nights in strange places and hangovers and that icky feeling you get in the mouth after a night of heavy drinking.

A list of things I need to do:
-dye my hair (roots are about an inch)
-bleach my eyebrows
-buy 3M tape
-buy old textbooks
-buy colored contacts
-watch Toy Story 3
-scare four bears
-have my spouse harvest 50 wheat
-clear the northwest part of my land
-build a crib
-harvest enough cupcakes before the night ends
-go to the dentist

Have a good weekend, y’all.