I've had this idea stuck in my head about a story that I want to write, but the idea is unclear... so it is impossible to write this story. I am getting real ticked off, but gee whiz, what doesn't tick me off?
Folks from England visited last night and we talked all night (few hours after work) until Mark got home from IHOP and then him and I talked until about 4:30 am, we wanted to reenact the night we got together. We kind of fell asleep towards the end, but the thought was sweet. It has been a lovely six months today... amazing, a half of a year.
Serita has a killer British accent and I'd kill to have any kind of accent besides the hick one I already have. British accents are adorable! I talked about useless bullshit on the couch just to hear her respond and her giddy laugh. Wow, her and I have been friends since the first grade.
I bought five shirts today which all cost a hefty thirty-one cents each. Yup, sure did and I feel hella good 'bout it. I need to shave tonight and unfortunately the Houston Texans lost to the New Orleans Saints 10-31 :( My dad went to the game in New Orleans, I bet he is disappointed.
Life is brilliant and so are you, all except I go back to hell tomorrow.