hahahah

boob scarf?

http://www.fash-eccentric.com/2009/03/i-heart-boob-scarf/

crazy jesus freaks

http://christwire.org/tag/boob-scarf/

how would you like a...

secondhand breast pump? FREE OF CHARGE! 

People are so fucking weird.

http://richmond.craigslist.org/zip/1067466029.html

McNuggets?

I'm sorry for complaining in my previous blog. There are people out there that are suffering from far more serious challenges, like a lack of chicken nuggets. 

http://www.tmz.com/2009/03/03/mcnugget-crisis-ends-with-woman-behind-bars/

also, you can hear the actual calls for help here. 

http://www.tmz.com/2009/03/03/mcnuggett-911-calls-the-unhappy-meal-drama/

RI-DIC-UH-LUSSS!

This dance is difficult.

This will be a blog in which I complain about things. 

I just bleached the fuck out of my bathroom, cleaned it top to bottom. I literally saw the grout in the shower change from a black (or orange in some cases) mildew color to white. It was disgusting, maybe worse than the potty. I can still smell the pungent stench of bleach. Can my skin absorb it? Am I sweating bleach? Maybe the smell is just lingering in my nostrils. Yuck. Anticipating moving out of this shit hole. God damn Metro Properties.

Homework, homework, homework. In the time I've been worrying about it and thinking about doing it, I could have actually finished 1/3 of it. What a shame. It's just too bad I lack motivation. Going to write a paper tonight, except it's not really a paper. It is a paper discussing my sources and how each of them connect, and how I might incorporate them into my actual paper. In other words, it's a paper about my hypothetical paper. Fuck me.

There is ice on sidewalks, a thick layer of it. I had to take a package to the post office today- not even a fun package. It was an Urban Outfitters return. Apparently, I'm too fat for medium dresses now. (It's okay. I've resorted to eating bowls of Special K and maybe allowing myself a real meal 4 times a week. It's doing wonders for my figure. Suck it Nutrisystem.) Anyway, as I was walking my package to the post office I slid on the melty, slushy ice and landed on my ass. Needless to say, the fall left my buttocks cold, wet, and sore. I haven't told anyone yet. It was embarrassing. People at a nearby bus stop stared. I was trembling with fear (fear of further mortification and pain) when I walked to class an hour later. 

I want this dress from Anthropologie. (I'm hoping after a while of living off of Special K I've slimmed down a bit.) It's expensive. I gathered clothes to sell to Rumor's. I am not going to risk slipping again though so the garments will sit in my room for another day and I will remain broke. I refuse to close the browser window displaying Anthropologie's site, specifically the page with the dress on it. I feel like it might disappear if I do. So it's just going to stay there and taunt me.

There were other burdens I was going to relay to you, internet, but they've slipped my mind now. I'm gonna go swallow the bleach I keep smelling now. 

Life is hard.