confession

i'm going shopping...on purpose.

i shall willingly go to stores and browse until i find the perfect items.. AND it's not even for a special occasion.

i know.. i know.. but i have to. why you ask? because summer is looming. no, it's not the allure of the perfect summer dress to frolic in the park with my sweety in. it's cause this time last year i was working at an art gallery. which meant that mini corduroy skirts, sneakers, and wife beaters were acceptable attire.

but now i'm in a corporate environment and i only have one pair of flats and they hurt. so off i go shop for clothes that i can wear to work.


pray for me to survive the smell of nasty perfume that lurks in department stores, to come out alive among the sale rack...to not scream when all i see is fusia.

le sigh

friday

can i go home yet?

ugh

nauseous.


So i went out with coworkers last night. They got us all drunk. Afterwards...design, marketing and tech (which is like...5 people) decided to keep the party going with yaeger shots. Then there was another bar involved. Got home about midnight...slept...woke up on time...got ready. Was tired but not feeling too bad. Until i bought my morning bagel...ate on the train. Coudn't keep it down. got to work...tried to have water...couldn't keep it down...went to lunch...tried to eat a light glass noodle salad. No luck. Tried water again...no go.

I'm hungry and ill. Whats the line between hung over and alchohol poisoning?
THIS is why i don't go out anymore. It takes me way too long to recover :(

Also... yaeger is evil.

thoughts...

gavin keeps pushing me to cut my hair short again...
as in starbuck season 1 short...

i've been there.. i've done that..
i miss my hair being stupid long though.
i liked the fact that i was able to cut 10-11 inches off and still have medium length hair....

but then again i'm starting to get bored with the curtains..


la di da.. la di da...