Man, I really want the charm bracelet on this page. Though maybe I’d settle for the Monkey with Valium charm. In fact, now I kind of just want a t-shirt that says “Monkey with Valium.” I’ll get right on that after I make my “Hot for Teacher” shirt and, uh, learn to silk screen. Or get a good houseboy who can do it. Or perhaps own a massive media empire in which I just employ dozens of people to do things like that for me. Then I could have like a custom-made Hippo with Klonopin belt buckle or something.
My feet are cold. Presumably because it’s actually below 80°F? It’s 77°F. Heh. Miss Rhi, remember when I used to mock you for saying below 70°F was cold? Let’s talk again this winter. I may have to eat my words.
I also lost a ridiculous amount of time to reading Go Fug Yourself today.
Which isn’t to say I wasn’t productive, cause I was, but there’s always more I could be doing than reading stupid things on the intarwebs, ya know?
I wish I had a pretty, pretty icon with a fancy, fancy cupcake on it. Mmmmmm, cupcakes. And I can’t believe I didn’t post about the pecan pie cupcakes with buttercream frosting we had when K’s mom was here. It was like cupcake heaven. I would get a t-shirt that said “cupcake” but that has some blechy connotations. Maybe a “cupcake with valium” t-shirt? No. Seems too much Valley of the Dolls or something.