*yawn* it's friggin 4am in the morning. life is so.....spectral. stupid spiders keep biting me while i slumber. i'll never know why stephen g roy remains fascinated with those little beasties. ah well.
the neat freak inside is about to declare mutiny and capsize this shit-house; transforming it into a cube of zen.
the neat freak inside is about to declare mutiny and capsize this shit-house; transforming it into a cube of zen.
i hate my bathroom, maybe you can work some magic on it.
see ya tommorree, maybe.
food processor
deep fryer
electirc mixer
coffee maker
crock pot
books and cds
or cash.
cash always works, eh?
lemme know!