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.