No coffee yet.
I HATE no coffee yet.
I realized just a lil while ago that I have two sorts of clothes. I've got tomboy, baggy, bang around outside sort of clothes and I have hoochie mama, tight in the right spots, bang you in the backseat of your car sort of clothes. Trying to get them to coexist so that I don't look like a total whore or one big baggy on any given day is the key.
I guess I'll pick up coffee on the road. Bah.
I'm still annoyed about that no one writing me last night thing. Freakin people.
not ONE Of you is brave enough.
bleh.
