oh pitbull…your music only makes sense at 3:25 in the morning.
oh pitbull…your music only makes sense at 3:25 in the morning.
i mean, i did want that laptop charger, actually. i appreciate the refund and all, but i would prefer a charged computer.
cool. cool, life.
in a couple hours i’m headed back to the studio to snatch my pendants out of the annealer. then on to rigging the chain, figuring out the display, and doing inventory/pricing. wee. after that, i’m headed to bowe to put up some fliers and finally back to campus to drop off my stuff at the show. aalala. i’m already ready for this weekend.
yeah…can the weekend just come now?
purr purrrrr
hahahah, i’m such a freak. yeeeey for tattoos, new friends, free shows, positive music, family time, pet time, BROing out, late night adventures with my neighbor. thanksgiving break was awesome and although i’m glad to be back in RVA i’m not looking to the boatload of work i have waiting for me. just gotta make it through wednesday!!!!!
this semester is killing meeeeee. thank goodness it’s almost over. i just have to make it through this week and i’ll be done with the worst of it.
Gawdddd…I want a soft pretzel sooooo bad. The jewelry studio at work smelled like pretzels today and I’ve been craving one ever since then. Someone make me a vegan pretzel…RIGHT NOW.
I miss Howard, except not.
story time: one day i came home and drew had rescued a turtle from the street and put it in the sink in my bathroom with some water. so we put it him in a box and i fed him bread… and we thought we were doing big things with our pet turtle. then we googled “how to care for a turtle” and realized that we were doing everything it said not to. poor howie. now howie lives at maymont where he belongs. the end.
WORST. PARENTS. EVER.