picture perfect

i looked like an office working caught in a car's headlights today, when a reporter from the local paper snapped a picture. old habits regarding cameras pointed at my face tend to make me smile shyly towards the camera with my head slightly tilted down, but my eyes looking up. however i fought that urge and settled for sort of looking at the camera and sort of not looking at anything as i fought the urge to tilt my head down.

i love it how no one gave us any warning so we could maybe, i don't know, throw some makeup on and dress a little nicer than a teenage mutant ninja turtles tee shirt. but whatev.

because i'm having a bad face day (a pimple on my chin with it's own gravitation pull and a stye in my eye, a fucking stye!), not to mention the beautiful expression of terror on my face, it's prolly the worst picture of my life. i'm trying to tell myself i meant to do it so the photographer looks at that photo and burns it immediately. it's a gamble. let's hope it pays off or i'm going to look uber-nasty in the paper.

i didn't think i was that easy

last night i was informed that if jammin wants a "sure thing", he just has to spray some cheap body spray on and throw something corporate in the cd player. but now since he told me, i wonder if it will be that easy the next time he tries that little trick.

yehaw

it's such a beautiful day out that i want to sing. but no one else wants that so i'll settle with humming loud enough to annoy my office neighbors.

three saturdays from now, i'm leaving on a train to go to montana. this excites me. don't worry, i'm not going to make a cheap cowboy-related joke about butt-sex and the mountains. i will be taking my new and sexy celebrities and my not-so-new but totally sexier boyfriend and spending a week here.

like i said, yehaw

i was in marching band once upon a time

greatness in the form of a music video.