Twilight zone explained
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Yes indeed. Apparently, Saturday was some sort of memorial day. I’ll never know why the dead would care about the living going to the store and buying food, you know so they can LIVE, on this day that apparently is for the dead - but I DO know that a lot of living people don’t mind taking a day off work just for the hell of it.
I’ve been on a kinda sorta sugar free diet lately. I’ve also had PMS from hell, even though it’s not that time of the month yet. I didn’t realize the two were connected before J pointed it out to me that I’ve been really hissy lately and he thought it might be because I wasn’t getting sugar. OF COURSE. Duh! It takes so very little for me to get propelled out of whatever state that is normal for me.
Actually, come to think of it, being PMSy is sort’ve my natural state. Evil evil sugar! (How I love thee)
There are 3 days till my 25th birthday. I AM NOT HAPPY! Birthdays quit being fun after turning 21. Seriously. I’ve found greys, people. GREY HAIRS! It should not be allowed, not until I turn 30 - at least! Should I dye it? That sucks too - I can’t really make it look much different. Black with a hint of red, or black with a hint of violet OR black with a hint of blue - wooo! Or I could bleach it so it’ll turn orange! I just love my options� NOT.
9 days after my birthday I’m going to Scotland. THAT makes G a happy girl. I was thinking of a few things to bring to my hostess, like “look at what Funland has to offer”, but I can’t come up with one single thing that we can buy here that cannot be bought in UK. THEY HAVE EVERYTHING, those bastards! I�m so envious. So, I’m going to have to think a little harder on this.
What would YOU want from Funland? And don’t say elk poop made into earrings (cause that could totally be arranged, and I’d hate myself for it!)
