In my most recent move of sheer brilliance I managed to put my checking account into the negative buying $6 worth of groceries.

Maybe my check next week will cover the overdraft charges. Hopefully then I can pay my utility bill with the next one.

If not there's always sex work. (Do you think there is a call girl center where I could use downtime for homework?) Or plasma donation. (I just read you can now do twice a week. Is that healthy?)

In completely unrelated, but equally disconcerting news:

I like Chris Brown.

AND

Even though I think cosmetic surgery is horrifying, if I had 6-8 thousand bucks laying around I'd have a tummy tuck faster than you can say 4.3% post surgical complication rate.

Hey.

It's 2:30 in the morn'. Whatcha doin'?

Sleepin', I hope.

Just (mostly) finished the paper due at 8 am. I have a real problem with papers and procrastination. Has become a sick sort of ritual that I can't resist. Why stay up late late (or is it early, early?) cranking out papers that I could easily have done sooner?

Dunno.

But if you want to read a research proposal on the effects of extended new nurse orientation on stress, job satisfaction, and retention rates lemme know.

I'll hook you up, yo.

You love blow and I love puff

There was a man mowing his yard today with a giant white parrot on his shoulder.

That's fucked up.

He didn't even have on an eye patch...

New cat is quite the little snuggle bug.

She seems happy to be back inside and chowing after some asshole dumped her off at the park.

"Imagine how she must feel..."

Relieved. Content. Grateful.

To be taken care of by someone kind after wandering around lost for a while.

Don't gotta imagine.

I know.

Feels really nice.