i am in so much damned pain! i've got the girl pains right now and they're so horrendous that i'm stuck in bed with a heating pad on my belly and a cat on my chest. how the cat is helping the situation is anyone's guess but he is adamant about being there.
cory and i had our suesday night. my mini beret from
suite was waiting for me when i got home so i had to wear it. it's so whimsical - like bon
nie parker meets pee wee's playhouse. i think i adore it. i even pulled out my grammie's cream colored wool coat with the way softer and sexier than should ever be allowed fur collar. it's so soft and plush that it's hard to keep from rubbing my cheek against it while i'm wearing it. truth be told, i often am rubbing my cheek against the collar!
i had to bail on suesday last week because of my ankle - rough arthritic day
from hell. i was pretty gimpy last night and super dependent on my damned stick. it's so creepy how people look at me when i'm on my cane. i've even had people accuse me of faking it, carrying it for looks. uh, yeah, cause i love how sexy i am when i'm wobbling around on a cane. it's that octogenerian sexiness that everyone's striving for, right?
cory's incredible girlfriend christine met up with us later, with cory's dog lulu in tow. or maybe it was christine that was in tow! lulu looks like petey, the dog from the little rascals, and she is pretty strong. she was decked out in a furry sweater with a pink bow, a pink bow on her collar, and one of those dog-neck-lampshade looking things. lulu, not christine! cory got sick of everyone assuming lulu was a g
uy so he girlified her. sadly, a guy came up to us in the bar and said "he" was a beautiful dog. cory's response - "even with all the pink bows, you think it's a guy?"
so cory got all excited about me having a boyfriend.
me: he's not my boyfriend. we've only had three dates.
cory: but he's like a boyfriend.
me: in what way? that he's a male and a friend?
cory: but it's good. you have a boyfriend and i have a girlfriend.
me: he's not my boyfriend!
cory: but it's good. right? when do i get to meet him?
me: we've only had three dates!?! you need to meet him already? i've only even kissed the guy once and i gotta introduce him to you?
cory: i should meet your boyfriend.
me: he's not my boyfriend!!!!
cory: why? what's wrong with him?
(notice a pattern here?)
oh god - my belly aches so so so bad!!!! i've already taken four maximum strength midol and nothing is helping, not even the cat on my neck! so much for a productive day off. sheesh.
when i got home last night, i watched "the office." i don't know if i've told you or not but i looooooove that show. loooooooooooove. yep, that's right. i feel so dumb when i'm sitting here alone laughing out loud at it but it
is that funny. this week's episode had a roast for michael scott. my favorite part is when jim defines spiderface. oh, wait, maybe it's the part where dwight cuts the face off the cpr dummy. just watch it! go
here. it makes me happy to quote the show with nicole at luna park. we're kinda weird like that.
okay, gonna go die now. pain. pain painpainpainPAIN!!!!! just kill me please.
i listened to the raveonettes all the way home. they kinda rock.
i love that when they used the term "vamp" that they meant it in the traditional way. c'mon, peoples! they mean theda bara vamping, not some lame ass goth slut smeared in blood! 
google search images for "vamp" sometime. the results are sad as hell.
BAD:
SWEET:
SAD:
somebody shoulda invested in a morning after pill. or two. or maybe just some class. give the brats something admirable to inherit.
just add tacky pink bridesmaid dress, mme fortuna necklace, boots and a flower and you're ready for work! if you're crazy enough to dress like me, that is.
