shtuff*n*junk

first and foremost,

my arm is KILLING ME!!!

Damn tet/dip shot shite...*grumbles*


Secondly,
I'm running late.
Big news, I know.
~;P

Thirdly,
strange dreams including siting my ex Chris Goodwin and freaking out about it to whomever the driver of the car was. It might have been Karen, my old roommate from back in '94. Weird how these people just pop up out of nowhere in dreams.

Speaking of dreams, abstractions has had some really interesting and creative posts lately. Not necessarily dream-related, but that's OK. Seems people aren't remembering their dreams much these days, so I don't mind creative and odd entries otherwise. I'm not a very bitchy moderator, which is a good thing IMO.

bindrune made her killer pasta salad the other day and the evil that it is keeps calling to me. I had a li'l yesterday, but damn if I couldn't gorge on that shtuff. It's sooooo good! The next few weeks are going to be tough for me, eating-wise. I love all the food in Italy, and who goes there and doesn't eat pasta and gellato??? I know, I know, life's hard...but really, this is kinda bumming me out. If I thought that it would be OK and they wouldn't melt, I'd stash some Zone bars in my baggage. Oh well...I'll survive. Grumpily, but I will.

Aiight, enough with the whining. I gotta go.
Have a fantabulous day, everyone!