this is what i call Sunday night at my place.

WOW.

i mean... WOW. this is something i didn't expect to ever happen. ever. trent must be proud.

some new writing...

on CSP. and here's a lil' something from DustyBill.

he's so boss.

have you ever had it happen...

... where you're in a really bad mood in a dream and then you wake up to find that yes, you are still in a really bad mood? for absolutely no reason other than you dreamed you were in a bad mood? what the hell...?

this just in:

i LOVE pudding. for real.

i know how you feel, crystal...

i feel BLEH in regards to blogging as well. i feel as though i have nothing to say, nothing to report. does anyone really want to know ANYTHING i'm doing? let's see.... i work. i check my email. i clean the house. i do laundry. i nap. my abbey days are fun days, but then the last thing i want to do when i'm with her is to dink around on the computer.

i've just looked to my left and realized that the shirt i'm wearing is covered in cat hair. enough cat hair, actually, to create another cat. gross. i watched disc one of the first season of Weeds and, if you haven't seen it, i highly recommend it.

i've not been doing much on The Youtube, and i'll tell you why... i'm kind of past that. yeah. i don't think i'm exhibitionist enough to keep that up. who's got the time? i like the idea of it, but i think it's a wholelottawork that i'm just not into right now.

okay. naptime. for real.

dude!!!

i cannot adequately describe how excited i am to see this.

so i guess the word "dude!!!" will suffice.

oh holy god.

no, amy....

... i mean THESE newlyweds.



no judging here, folks.

with all the movies that we own...

... i'm watching Newlyweds. it's true. go ahead and hate me.

sooooo BORED.

for real. i'm bored as all get-out. i could do something like cleaning or laundry, but i wanna do something FUN. who's with me, damn it???

wow. yikes.

here's a picture of the bridge that my dad took from a hotel room nearby. i've not gone near it (even if i wanted to, the area is pretty closed off), so this is the closest view i've seen thus far.


(if you click on this photo, you'll see an up-close, full size version.)

i'm irritable when i'm tired.

and i'm even more irritable when i'm tired and can't fall back to sleep. so now i'm awake and trying to do exciting tasks, like balance the checkbook online. however the wells fargo site sucks ass, so i can't balance anything. and i'm tired. and i started watching "vacancy" but watching movies where there is basically torture for torture's sake doesn't bode well with me at this hour of the morning --- this is the one time of day i get creeped out.

so now i'm cranky and taking it out on all of you. bleh. (sorry. it's not you, it's me.)

my tuesday night!

sigh.....

photoshop project du jour

a thirty-something child from me and dustin. i call this image "birth control."

today marks...

MONTH 5 of no smoking. feh.

so tired.

so tired of my head. so fucking tired of things that get stuck and won't go away and this need i have to just weep uncontrollably and at the same time be so fucking angry that i can't stand it. to not be good enough. to not feel good enough. to not be enough of anything. i'm sickened. i'm sad. and i want to scream but i feel like i don't have the right to scream. i want to just become the worst possible version of myself and i hate it.

yes, i'm still awake. no, i won't wake up on time in the morning.

(i always feel like watching girly movies when i can't sleep.)