Ahem. Someone please stop me before I decide to buy anything from this here page. Although I have plenty to accessorize with... and who wouldn't pay to see me kick major ass at concerts in a plaid skirt?

While on that note, someone please stop me before I decide to cook chicken. First off, it turned out like shite because the damned skillet wasn't heating when I thought I was. Second, I enjoyed skinning and dismembering the lil hen far too much to be healthy. Maybe that's why they didn't let me got at that cadaver for long... I can still smell raw flesh on me, and that was last night's meal.

Coincidentally, dad brought home some fried chicken. And mom threw a fit because we didn't get anything decent from the Goldilocks in Cali... Even though the box was a present from relatives in said state.

School's back in less than a week. Ech. On the bright side, that means that the group is planning another major outing to LaserQuest. Followed by the (now religous) dinner at Buca. Where we get to harass the waiter(s) (Mike!) and make all the other employees groan.

Still in the midst of my Ash obsession. Heard they got in an accident, so that blows chunks out the window like Geri Halliwell. And poor Rick cracked a rib.

Speaking of which, in the song "Candy" the line "you can make it on your own" occasionally sounds like "you get naked on your own."

Hmm... since the first day back is coming up, I'm contemplating whether the feather boa would be construed as inappropriate. Regardless, I'm wearing my muscle-esque tee.

And yes, I still have J-Lo thighs. Scary.