I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

i've started shopping at safeway more since getting laid off, since it is actually kind of cheaper, but they are already playing fucking holiday music. of course I don't really notice this till I check out, hooray for MP3 players.

but the one amazing thing the store is good for? mid-range wines. they have club discounts AND case discounts.

Reg assures me that having feelings like i'm going crazy is a sure sign that I'm not. I guess he knows!

Also I ate both of the hollow Godiva bunnies and i felt so fuckin' sick afterwards I couldn't work for an hour. And then it was time to go home.

I am thinking that i need a teething ring for when my jaw feels funny. It's analagous to being horny and wanting something to fill up the 'gina, I guess.

The Killers' April 24th show is already sold out. Sometimes I hate this town.

Last night was pretty low-key, I watched a couple eps of Buffy with Reg and then surfed a little web till he felt like going to get sarahbliss's dresser. This was a huge comedy, as Reg wasn't up for driving and my car's trunk is like a really hot virgin's ass- small entrance, lots of room inside. Anyway we thought about taking apart the dresser, then suddenly it just... started to come apart. By suddenly i of course mean, after it was dropped. So it came apart and fit in the car and we drove home.

First we stopped at the grocery store where we overspent on organic dairy, but I think it'll be worth it. It's not really that much more expensive, and so far the organic produce has been worth it for sure. I am not a huge milk fan but Reg is, so he will let me know, I'm sure. For dinner we had frozen chicken nuggets that were actually kind of gross, but ranch dressing helped.

I'm starting to want to write again, and as soon as my back stops killing me when I get on my 'puter at home, I think I will. It's probably just the monitor being too low, anyway.

I still do not like the taste of cigarettes, esp. the next morning after you've brushed your teeth and you can still taste it in the back of your throat. Oh man, so hot. Nawt.

I was just going to go to the Supercuts in the udist but there was an hour wait. Can you believe that shit? There's a Hairmasters across the street, though, and they're $15 for a cut with no shampoo, which is fine with me. It's run by the Asian Lady Mafia, but these are more like the first backup band in Hedwig, and the lady who did me had a glorious perm that made her look Hispanic from the back. I want hair like Selma Hayeck. Or possibly Nicole Kidman. I will never get over wanting curly hair.

Anyway after acquiring this hot cut we hit the Buffalo Exchange for cheap tasty clothes. Reg did his xmas shopping while I just bought shit for myself. I got a slutty lowcut t-shirt, a green argyle Benetton sweater, and Silver lowcut jeans. I think I'm good with the clothes for a good while now, ja? I still want a black wool sweater like the one I lost at Randy's old place, though.

Wasn't very hungry so we just ordered 9 creampuffs at the pho place, then went home to model our new clothes to each other for a while, rocked out and headed to Karaoke. It ended up being a decent crowd, not too huge not too small, and I sang "Go Your Own Way," "A Question of Time," and "Hold the Line." Unfortunately when you don't eat much dinner and drink two really strong drinks, bad things happen, and I feel like complete ass right now. acid reflux sucks.