not fun

praying on my unfortunate compulsive disorders my mother told me the cats may or may not have fleas. so instead of going on tonight, the one night i have off this week, i will instead be washing everything i own that fits into our washing machine.

oh no

today, whilst shopping with barb (read: mommy) for her birthday, our lovely j. crew attendant asked in honest sincerity if we were sisters. clearly barb was living for this. clearly my rapid aging is tailspinning out of control.

shoes4crews

will someone please remind me to buy new work shoes, because i think they are only slip resistant if they have a sole, and clearly mine do not.

october

not being able to drive is boring.

everyone at work has a pneumonia, they clearly got it from me. i hope they arent mad.

i may still be drunk, although that is a little surprising because its been several, several hours since i had a drink. that being said i may be having one of my autistic/sensory momentary issues right now whilst gleeking out to kristin chenoweths latest conquest.

but on the real for real october is totally my favorite. this month smells amazing. think about it. not only just the smell, its the ren fair, the pumpkin patches, haunted hayrides and apple picking. not to mention the fucking greatest non jewish holiday ever. plus i get to wear lots of fun layers.

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