2003-12-04 - 12:28 p.m.

dear diary,

the boytoy stayed home to play hooky and be sick in general. so the couch is littered with kleenexes that aren't mine and i don't have anywhere to sit but here.

the house is a total sty and i can't seem to motivate myself to clean a damn thing.

and we're out of toilet paper so i had a rendevous with paper towels.

and it snowed a little, but just enough to give me a snow boner and then it shriveled in like 4.5 seconds flat when it stopped snowing.

the whole house smells like an infirmary and lucky me for being the only one here that has any sense of smell left. i hate sick breath.

waxing - waning