Mondays are hard. I don't sleep enough on a good weekend; I go out and have fun and it's soooooo worth it. I wear cute stuff and do my make up and look like ""a slutty mexican"". I take it as a compliment. I'd like to go dancing. If anyone knows a good place to go in the DFW area and won't be embarrassed by my lack of coordination, please hit me up.
Recently, I had a brief conversation about the movie ""The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover"" It's a fine film...disturbing, but well done. Last night I had a dream about cooking someone and getting rid of the body by eating them and serving him to people as bbq pulled pork....that's not what happens in the movie, but I'm thinking that's where the dream came from.
Recently, two of my razors were thrown away...not the disposable kind either. I had men's Gillette Sensor Exels...had one of them for years and I would just buy the refill cartridges. Well....I left one at a friend's house and my sister went on a cleaning spree and they both got thrown away. Not a huge deal, but I had to go buy a replacement. So I'm at Walmart looking at the huge display of choices and I say to myself, ""Self, the women's razors are more expensive. This could mean a) the razor companies suck or b) they probably work better."" I went with b...I can't remember the last time I was so wrong. I change that damn head all the time and they cost about 60% more than my Sensor refills. I've come to the conclusion that I have man hair on my legs. This bothers me just a tad, but admitting the problem will lead to smoother legs.
My nails keep breaking and they were so cute. Now I have man hands...to match my man-hairy legs. (Shit)
I want ice cream. We have popsicles, but it's not the same.
I miss my baby. He's almost 9...wow...9....but he's still my baby. We talk on the phone and he just cracks me up. That boy has got a crazy sense of humor. I could say that I don't know where he gets it, but I know it's from his crazy daddy. He'll be back in a week...my son, not his crazy daddy. I needed a break, but I miss my precious little monkey. I'm really pretty pathetic without him. My baby likes ice cream...think I'll call him up and see what he did today.
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