the familiar sounds of home.

me on tuesday after steak & lobster, martinis, calamari, a whole bottle of valpolicello and then the last 20 minutes of the wolfmother show. thankfully it was free. plus they pretty much did this long, boring, self-indulgent trying-to-be-zeppelin wankery thing for the encore and it made me want to sleep anyway. good thing there was wine!

okay, so i started this thing up again in november and swore i wouldn't get as personal as i had before. once again i found myself in the midst of a fantastically emo february and, lo' and behold, too personal. i'm trying to start up a photog thing, plus i use my full name on work-related documents and i don't want anyone to decide to google my name and find this. less personal = no full names or links containing full names. i feel like a n00b.

so now i'm going to giv'er another go since i can and feel like it and last night was impulsive. i shoulda saved my sweetass template. oh well, that's what happens when you're me!

not minutes ago i was listening to my parents pontificating (loudly) about things they have never experienced, and about types of people they don't even know. the dog barked, wheel of fortune played its sad "you lost, you suck, go cry into your mom's armpit" sound, and all seemed right with the world. bankrupt? i think not.

did you know that pigtails are a good way to not have to wash your hair when you've only had eight hours sleep over two days and have had to work during those days, also? they are! fantastic. i sometimes think my boss knows my hair patterns: day1:washed/cleaned/styled-- day2:washed yesterday and still kinda styled but definitely slept on-- day3:up in a ponytail-- day4: so tired and lazy, PIGTAILS! curly hair stays looking not-greasy for longer, and if my hair ever starts to smell i wash it right away. smell=gross.

okay, i'm going to watch the boob tube now 'cause i likes it, preciousssss (old school reference! WORD!).