Wednesday, January 26, 2005

frivolous disconcertings.

iTunes is spinning: damien rice -"cannonball"

so, the weather lately has been super cold. and in the midst of me complaining a friend sent this link over. who knew. the internet is full of endless possibilities of things to Purchase. but then again, i've perfected the art of sitting in bed surfing away on the iBook, letting it grow warm, then warmer than sizzling hot as it warms my lap up. it's kind of like a kinky cyber lapdance that somehow in the ends leaves me hot and steamy. well maybe not steamy. but warmed up like a perfect cup of hot chocolate with steamed milk. but speaking of steamy, let me grab my make out session kit and i'll meet you on the beach in two for some nooky nook. haha.

so, in today's jenny news. my day started off with a little good old fashioned sunny side up eggs, with bacon and brown toast and a glass of water to drink for breakfast at two. then as i headed home from bradley's, with the intention to do the reading for tonight's vcc class, i instead staged an intervention for myself and headed to square fun instead with miss kormann and miss greenie. good choice i say. i bought scandalous underwear, party dresses and just gave myself the statutory dose of daily shopping in my system to get it going. it was good. currently, i'm on the prowl for the perfect pair of a lower heeled black pretty boots. and since it's that end of season where boots should be on sale, it's good because they'll be cheaper, but bad because they will hardley have any sizes left. and after excursioning the whole mall, i left shoeless. my little heart was broken. there was no pitter patter in my shoe collection today. but alas, tomorrow brings a brand new day in which for me to flex my fingers and shopping shoes more in search of more footwear. no i do not tire of this wonderful activity.

however, the one downfall is that i'm officially sick. i blame brad. i used to just be perma sniffles but just one sniffle/hour. but now i'm five sniffles/second and my throat hurts.

it's twelve one three: and i hear the girlies of three o three are going out tomorrow night to cause some pink troubles.

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