im in a mood. today is my first day off in awhile, and its been like...satan's fart hot here (shuddup, austin) and ive been working in the pub that has an air condition big enough to cool...oh i dunno...a winnebago?

so today i slept WAY in, woke up, watched some tube with marin, toyed around with the dog and the grom on the carpet...dipped in the pool, swam a few laps and now im pretty sure i should be vacuuming or god forbid...unpacking? its only been four months and i have a room full of boxes that sit here full of crap i should probably just throw away considering their contents have been unneeded for this long...

but you know, i hate wasting a day off being productive. and i just feel so blah right now.

not sure exactly what i need to do to feel less frumpy. i really have no money to go shopping for new gear, and i think with my current set of emotions, dressing rooms would only ruin me further.

champagne aint doin it. perhaps its the location.

im guessing a forced trip to the beach for sunset is in order. gon' bring the hound, and the grom and hopefully the man if he'll actually come with me.

i guess i'll have a shower, do some primping, and then push for oceanside antics this evening.

sigh.

so hard not to go into paroxysms of schoolgirl envy which is the sponsorship for this month's hormonal tirade. i work with this wonderful girl. sirentastic lady who melts everyone in her path, including me. yes she's gorgeous. yes she's personable. yes she's immediately the center of attention...which is fine. i mean, i have a lot of that goin' on as well...

but does she have to fit into hot ass jeans and have enormously expensive fake boobs?

see, ew. im already annoying myself.

i mean, she friggin jogs daily, eats right, drinks light beer, snorts coke regularly...haha...good lord.

what a world.

i love la.

not.

becky*