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devilgrrlI haven't been up before noon in ages. Yawn. I'm in process of getting my ass in gear to head down to Rhode Island today, to wash and wax my grandparents' car. It beats just sitting around on a Saturday, you know? It just sucks that I'm still only semi-conscious. I've been up for at least half an hour now.
I'm so not a morning person.
Tomorrow is mine and Matt's year and a half anniversary and Dawn and Mike's two year. Wierd that she's only been dating him six months longer than I've been dating Matt and they're preparing for a wedding.
I got my bridesmaid's sack in finally. Is there a law somewhere that says they have to been ill-fitting? My "normal" dress size was way to small in the chest, the next size up was even smaller (no, I don't understand either.) and, now, the size i finally got is so insanely huge that it looks like a sack. I can't win. Sometime next week, after I buy my Under-Garment, I'm going to get it taken in. Oh, if/when I get married, Dawn, you shall suffer!
I have woken Matt up twice. Matt is not getting up. I think he might even still be snoring. This is the reason I am up an hour before I anticipated leaving.
I had my amazing, acrylic nails filled yesterday. Now, I don't have to reglue them every five minutes. I currently have an awesome colour on them, called "Affair In Times Square". It's a really nice, muted lavender colour. Next time I get them filled, I think I'm going to go for the Shangri-Lilac. God, I'm such a nail polish whore. NEED MORE COLOURS!
I'm going to poke Matt (again) and also get my own ass dressed so I can become gainfully caffienated, however the hell that word, if it actually exists, is spelled, at HoneyDew or Dunkin's or some. Samantha needs her coffee.
I'm so not a morning person.
Tomorrow is mine and Matt's year and a half anniversary and Dawn and Mike's two year. Wierd that she's only been dating him six months longer than I've been dating Matt and they're preparing for a wedding.
I got my bridesmaid's sack in finally. Is there a law somewhere that says they have to been ill-fitting? My "normal" dress size was way to small in the chest, the next size up was even smaller (no, I don't understand either.) and, now, the size i finally got is so insanely huge that it looks like a sack. I can't win. Sometime next week, after I buy my Under-Garment, I'm going to get it taken in. Oh, if/when I get married, Dawn, you shall suffer!
I have woken Matt up twice. Matt is not getting up. I think he might even still be snoring. This is the reason I am up an hour before I anticipated leaving.
I had my amazing, acrylic nails filled yesterday. Now, I don't have to reglue them every five minutes. I currently have an awesome colour on them, called "Affair In Times Square". It's a really nice, muted lavender colour. Next time I get them filled, I think I'm going to go for the Shangri-Lilac. God, I'm such a nail polish whore. NEED MORE COLOURS!
I'm going to poke Matt (again) and also get my own ass dressed so I can become gainfully caffienated, however the hell that word, if it actually exists, is spelled, at HoneyDew or Dunkin's or some. Samantha needs her coffee.