Trigger Happy with the camera yesterday.

Ice cream at Chick-Fil-A.

Attack cats. Aren't you scared?

School supply shopping. Bill's so cheap --
check out all the Target brand stuff.

BooBerry-in-a-box. No assembly required.

Me last night before dinner
with neighbors at Hiko-A-Mon.

Fun with Spellcheck.

Procrastination tips.

Y'know. In case you run out of ideas on your own.

1. Pluck your eyebrows.
2. Eat one of the four tomatoes that have been sitting on your desk all week.
3. Slather your heels in lotion.
4. Visit Hot Chicks with Douchebags.
5. Send a HORRIBLE story to Josh via IM and then spend 20 minutes discussing.
6. File your nails.
7. Talk to your co-worker who brought you in the tomatoes about how good they are. Yum-o.


8. Search for photos of Procrastination for a blog post.
9. Post a blog post.

Nature Gone Wild!

After three frickin' months, we finally have one scraggly, scrawny hummingbird. Also, I thought hummingbirds never stopped flying ... is this some bird in drag trying to freeload off our feeder?

You Know It's Not Going to Be a Good Day ...

"That's right! Watch me f*ck up your morning
and walk away with this gold statue in my hand!"

... when you wake up, take a shower and flip on your newly acquired HBO channel to find the intense rape scene in "Boys Don't Cry." Jesus -- who thought putting all that in a movie was a good idea? And playing it at 6:f*cking45 in the morning? I need to burn my eyeballs out.

Josh says I'm not ready for HBO. I think I should just stick to CBS.

Boo wants me to get a minivan.

Guess who I saw on Friday?

Hairy Back Biker again with his shirt off. Seriously, dude. There's a salon like 25 feet from you. Please park that bike and get a weave for that backhair because that? Is some scraggly shit.