thighs sore. one tequila shot + half “shot” of budlight. then seven straight games (bowling) interspersed with mouthfuls of fosselman’s chocolate and seasoned fries drowned in greasy oil. no wonder thighs are sore. ow.
a lot of crap to do. my problem is that i become entrenched in the task at hand and it takes time to retreat from the depths. by the time i’m out, it’s time to go to bed. bah.
sunday was: low 67, high 89 (ish). like wtf.
eyeballs can’t focus straight. and i’m supposed to working on this stupid slide show crap. damn werk.
can’t help complaining — i am so sick of hobo sack purses accessorized with ginormous hardware. that shit is just so damn ugly. for the past five years, i’ve been UNABLE TO SPEND $300+ on a bag. because all bags on the shelves are Shapeless Heaps of Pleather. i thought designers were suppose to have their own style?! what a lie. they all just copy each other. the only thing original each season is their ability to come up with ever uglier colors to dip the hobo sacks in. and if they run out of colors, they’ll copy/paste their logo in big-ass font size all over. ew.