fuck you, day, i'm glad you're over.

i am so tired. the tiny, smokin’ hot little asian girl that managed to make me fleetingly happy this evening is gone, and i am now left with the exhaustion of a day full of effort and internal hemorrhaging. i seriously feel, physically and mentally, like important pieces of me are going to start dropping off like lizard tails any minute.

fuck that shit. i got shit DONE today. and i got pie, man. fucking PIE.

question: how much of a 12 inch pie can sophie reasonably eat without having to feel guilty about it?
answer: as much as she gad damn well pleases, bitches.

so fuck you, day. you are over, and i’m not dead. you tried to kill me (i know you did), but you didn’t count on my being able to END YOU with pie. blow it out your ear.

notes on my day

omelets ≠ scrambled eggs. i should stop getting omelets, because no matter how many tasty ingredients are put in it, i still won’t like it, because i don’t like omelets, even though i love scrambled eggs.

while searching out how to do a not equals sign, i accidentally found out how to make an accent aigue! great success!!

appropriate organization and containment are two keys to success. both will help with your ability to find your keys.

inception was just as good the second time around.

my eyebrows are getting furry again. ugh.

mirtazapine may or may not have an expiry date that should be respected. it is difficult to tell.

i can’t imagine a whole week without my mortimer. the thought has been weighing on me daily, but even more so now that a date has been set for our separation.

i love my family. that is an understatement.

i miss my charlie. that is also an understatement. my life, like my apartment, is empty without him.

my apartment smells like men’s deodorant. i blame the newly mopped floors.

i must make a note to learn the appropriate use of the words proved and proven.

i have a terrible problem with doubling consonants, which is apparently common in bilingual people who write both english and french. thank goodness for spell check.

je vous aime tous, mais il est tard, et je veus lire mon nouveau livre avant de m’endormir.
bonne nuit, et que vous soyez bercés dans les bras d’un rêve apaisant.