i have a wicked headache, again. something to do with ovulating and lack of caffeine this time. yeah i know i just had my period. the fun never stops down there, i tells ya.
ms opinionated is fighting sleeping in a mild whining/babbling way. it’s her new name because today she was practicing counting with me and schooled me that two in fact comes after three. sorry, not three…tareeeeee. so it goes, apparently _________ taooooooo, tareeeeeee and NO taooooooo. i can’t wait for algebra.
also today there was almost a fight over her cuz a woman knocked her down on robson via smacking her in the back of the head with her big ass, last season, no-longer-status purse. and then said oh and kept walking. and so my kid has fallen on the ground, forehead first because of this woman, has a goose-egg in the middle of your beautiful forehead from where it bounced off of the pavement, and is FA-REAKIN out. i’m rocking and bouncing and kissing and it’s okaying and mentally, daggers are coming out of my eyes, shooting with laser precision into the hag’s pancreas. cuz diabetes sucks.
then my friend tears off after her and makes her apologize to zoë. treats the hag like a toddler. that would be great, wouldn’t it. if it happened. but it didn’t. or did it?
yes, i am an enigma today. and jealous of blogslayer attendees though i don’t want to live in toronto.
oh and i found that my refund for boobs will not go into my pocket but straight to the student loans people. dammit. that would have bought some nice crap. but instead will pay off like one seventh of them. i just need another six refunds and then they’ll be paid off!
i seem to have been given a free flickr pro account. score.
also: i bought these jeans today and i am feeling lackadaisical about them since they are in fact the same size as the jeans that already don’t fit. the only difference is they’re slouchy in an artsy-earthy chick way and not in a starving slob one. i think i’ll be returning them, nevertheless.
