kbuster

so clearly i'm only going to update this when i've had to open the store (so way too too early) and still drunk-ey and hung over. again with the wicked crazy bodily functions. probably not such a good sign of health. anyway the grrrrreat thing about this morning is that my super sweet super dude came to work with me (let me stress again, the early, the hangover) and he is hanging out here studying now and i just think he's like the bestest, most cutest...

happy birthday to little henry mitchell.

making sure that i'm keeping everyone updated with the very very latest goings on here.... i am undoing some knitting.

so i finally motivate to write in my journal after lo these many months when i am hungover and at work and its soooooooooooo early in the morning (or not that early, but too early for me)and somehow i have finally gotten tired of knitting (at the knitting store/cafe where i work). or my muscles are too dried up and tired to even make the minimal movements that (ooohhh oh oh oh oh GIANT ginormous silver/smoky/gray poodle outside on 14th st.- i like poodles) knitting requires.

hey a shout out to my friend jaynesters, my only livejournal friend, in fact- watch out dude you might have created a journaling monster here.

so wow this morning is wrong. if this were like the middle ages, the things that have come out of my body today would pretty much be taken as proof of my kinship to satan or some other demon. in other words some foul foul shit.
but listening to marcia griffiths is really making me feel better.