… this sort of a day. randomly: beer’s involved. as is kazaa, and rampant lyrical additions. and you know, or perhaps not, where this sort of behavior leads: *sniffle*
two pieces of pizza and by this i mean orgasmic pizza and this related to the realization i don’t know when the last time i ate … an amount of food you’d call a meal. as in i can’t remember. s’ok i’m still a big sturdy girl, no worries. plus i am all about the nibbling, i do eat, really i do. just not all at once like this.
eating peppers with a tongue ring: interesting.
was in the *sniffle* mode re: playlist/beer when the pizza guy got here. how many times do you suppose pizza guy’s delivered pizza to the sniffling? musta thought i was some kinda weirdo.
(incidentally this is beer three in like 4 hours, me=lightweight these days.) used to be able to pound thrice this many and be utterly not crying and singing to my computer. utterly. of course i was a bigbig beerdrinkin’ girl back when. beer has calories, apparently.
some stuff to get outta this system here, which has been a bit of time building all up in there, and so might carry on with it a bit, hell i might be an absolute idiot for hours to come, and i’m fine with that. lovely muggy heavy-skied saturday evening in the july of the forty third year of this life, with stuff in the system needin’ gettin’ out, it’s just that sort of day.