i’ve been listening to TLC’s “no scrubs” for about 38 minutes. i just have it on repeat, the song makes me not-so-subtley shake my booty right here in my chair at work.

i have dragon breath. serious, chronic, tear-enducing bad breath. i’ve been popping altoids like popcorn and still the montana department of public health is calling asking me to brush my teeth.

a scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me

there are 63 days until my birthday which i’ve dubbed the 10th anniversary celebration of my 21st birthday.

missing someone is worse than being lonely.

shannon got the cutest ever haircut over lunch and now i’m jealous.

aside from the jealousy, i looked in the mirror today when i went to the bathroom and i look really cute today. i don’t know how it happened, i’m pretty sure it’s a freak accident of nature. anyway, my ta-tas are uber-bodascious today.

i’m thinking of changing my offical theme song from “achin to be” to “lonesome, on’ry, and mean” because it’s so funny.

i woke up this morning singing “too hard to handle” by the black crowes. todd kindly downloaded it so i could exorcise that demon. it sounded better singing it in my head than it actually did when i listened to it.

i can love you better than him.