Okay.

- I still have the Crush Confessional open for those who wish to spill their lust, or whatever else. Just clean up after yourselves.

- I have a cold. I fought it. Fought it BLOODY hard. But. I got it. I have nasal gahnomies nesting in my nostrils. HATE. HATE. I wanna take a pipe cleaner and go to town, but I'm afraid of starting the mummification process.

- Today is Heidi's birthday. My aunt got this cake. I'm not a huge fan of store bought cakes, but SWEET JEEBUS. It's chocolate coated, with chocolate cake, and PEANUT BUTTER MOUSSE filling. It's like a light and fluffy Reese's. *unf* Yeah, went off the diet for a sliver of that shit. It was delicious. Oh, and a Lindt truffle. I'm a sap for them.

I am Milk Chocolate's bitch.

- Speaking of Heidi's birthday, we're going out to lunch for it. Her daughter sent her flowers (right now Lauren is with my cousin Trisha in Virginie) and Heidi's sister in law (who is notoriously cheap) found this place online where she could order cheap flowers. So I was arranging them in the vase cause they looked... sad. They are some of the prettiest purples and stuff, but.. the flowers.. they look OLD. Or wilted. No wonder they were cheap. I'd have been happier with a cheap FRESH bouquet from WalMart. Oh wait, I have been.

- MAKE THE GAHNOMIES STOP, BITCHES!

- Last night, Jared & I were in the car together, and he's hell bent on trying to fix up his Scottish accent, and we were working on it. Brian, you have GOT to help him. All he can say is "Kick'em in the pahookie!" That bodes not well for rose selling.

- Here's a question for you kiddies. What kind of job could y'all see me in. Either be sillie, or serious. I need inspiration. Feasible, inspiration. I'm in a rut. So a lot of my friends.

Heh.

It ain't redneck.

It's Elizabethan.

Duh.

I read somewhere once that they speak a purer form of Gaelic in the Appalachian Mountains than is spoken in Scotland.

I really wouldn't be surprised at it.