Holy Crap! Things have gotten so busy lately. It seems like only weeks ago I was desperately looking for ways to kill time, like wandering around grocery stores and sneaking KY into old ladies' shopping carts, watching QVC, and punting animals that walk by. Now I barely have time to sleep and punt animals that walk by.
Still, I feel like I ought to post and give you the Steph Status. Three posts in two weeks aren't probably enough to get rid of the withdrawal symptoms you've been enduring, so I hope I can make it up to all of you adoring fans (read: Mom, Grandma, Great Aunt Pat, two people from work and strange guy who keeps sending me handmade drawings in blood).
STEPH STATUS
Consecutive days without drinking: Zip.
Last shower: This morning--on a whim.
Mood: Slightly murderous with a chance of apathy.
Financial status: Not homeless and\or selling crack. Yet.
Boyfriend: Not by a mile.
Stray cats: Seven.
Stray cats for pet purposes, not food purposes: Zilch-o.
Most desired item: A stupid Louis Vuitton bag I have no business owning.
Next thing I'll probably purchase: Chairs. Taco seasoning. Booze.
What's making me mad right now: My wireless card keeps falling apart and I got chocolate in it somehow.
What's making me happy right now: The idea that somewhere, this very second, someone is dropping their iPhone into a puddle in the middle of traffic.
Well, there you have it. You are all caught up in the excitement that it my life--at least for a little while. Now excuse me while I work on getting peanut butter crackers out of my keyboard. And phone receiver. And fingernails.
Oh, and cleavage.
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1 comment:
don't lie, you don't have any cleavage! also was that iPhone comment directed towards me? if so, JERK. if not, haha that would be funny. losers.
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