Sup, Flisties

I'm boring now that there's no wedding. That's a lie, actually, I've just been insanely busy all week to the point I haven't even eaten dinner at home. I've been painting sets all this week and doing all the drama things I swore off in college. This, sadly, does not include a) drinking, b) smoking, or c) any kind of crazy, newlywed sex (except, apparently, unless it's with pinkandsilver because sets = sex). I didn't swear those off in college.

It seems I also will never, ever get to smoke my cigars because the cutter I ordered is Never Going to Come. Ever. I will spend the rest of my natural life smelling the box and wishing.

I am destined to do a lot of laundry because I am out of underpants and society believes I should wear them, along with shirts that don't smell like roadkill.

I want a lion cub. Someone buy me one?

I'm getting my hair cut all off on Saturday. I need pictures to bring to Chris. I want the long, sideswept bangs everyone and their frakking uncle has now because I am, as always, late to jump on the bandwagon. Right now, my hair is to the top of my bra strap, wavy, and very fine. The curl may pick up a little when it's cut, but I am going to grab a straightening iron this week-end too. Anyone have picture-suggestions?

Tree's coming down tomorrow. I am not so good at this housewife thing. And I want waffles because plunkybug mentioned Waffle House and I am a fat kid today. Except not because I lost like 4lbs from this awful flu that I still can't totally shake. I have an ear infection now, actually.

So yes, there is an update for me for the week. Sets, still sick, pinkandsilver, and haircut.