gracie

This week will not end. It's only a four day work week and it feels like it's been 40 gazillion already. Ugh. At least tomorrow is Friday. I wish I could call in sick.

I have the unending paranoia that if I lie about being sick I'll actually get sick when it's least convenient to be.

I'm going through one of those phases where I'm tired of everything about myself. My hair, my clothes, whatever. Money burns holes in my pockets. I am craving new tattoos and piercings and hair dye. Lots and lots of hair dye. I probably should save my pennies, though. Curse responsibility. Curse it in it's unfun, responsible ass.

Me and a girlfriend from work are planning scheduling a spa day to do girlie stuff together, here. I can't wait. I love girlie stuff.

I've been binging on Bjork for a few weeks now. I can't get enough of her. If you've never heard her music, you must must must give it a try. She's amazing. Her music is about the only thing keeping me sane lately. Other than talking to Mike. Is it Sept yet?
I wish the summer would go by faster.