woke up with a weird groggy stuttering mess in my head. that's what happens when you chase your tylenol pm with beer.

nothing beats running when it's 40 degrees outside. maybe i should come home around the snowflake shuffle again... they did have the best shirts...



i was crazy-mad when i got back from my run, because cx had already left. there was no one home to approve my thanksgiving outfit. pants vs. skirt. quite the predicament.

mx got a package from camel yesterday. a zippo and a shit-ton ((okay, like five)) of coupons. he left the coupons for me. NOT HELPING!!!! but i will keep them just in case...

then i remembered how weird and awkward i will probably be, because i will be sober and i'm really never very sure what to say to peoples' parents. so i decided to have a couple beers before leaving the house. also, not helping the fact that i really want to be smoking right now.

also, his ex that i feel excessively weird about works at tjs/the boiler room. i'm not sure how i'm going to feel about hanging out there like ever...



"hi, i'm tom peters, and i'm full of ideas!"

((hate you))