virtuoso

who the hell said pig noses aren't sexy?

yeah that's right.

Eva the diva WINS! As it should be. I'm impressed that they didn't actually go the safe route with yaya and took the challenge with eva. But what the hell am I going to do with my wednesday nights now? =/

We have no food. We are making sidekicks right now with mostly water since we only had a tiny bit of milk and cream cheese instead of margarine/butter cuz we don't have enough of that. G-H-E-T-T-0.

So much to do, not enough time.

I finally found one out of 4 pairs of nail clippers so davis can finally be claw free.

I am very stressed about baking. My friends to the south that are expecting treats had better put your waiting shoes on. If stupid michaels didn't hide the christmas cookie cutters so well and i had of realized that i don't own a rolling pin a lot sooner we might have been in business. Casey and I went to walmart tonight and i couldn't find anything i wanted. That place is starting to piss me off. I mean, come on, you'd think walmart would have a fucking garden spade! =P

Worst thing ever happened to me last night. Davey and I, on our return trip from the dealer of pot, stopped in at (DUN DUN DUN) Fairway Market, aka worst, most budget store ever. It was close. It was convenient. We were thirsty. It even had a semi-glossy shell. But inside that deceptive casing was pure, utter devastation. I was very cranky since I hadn't eaten hardly anything all day and I needed sugar badly. I had such a headache that I couldn't even focus on what I wanted so I tried to make davey pick for me but that didn't work out. I was being a horrid beast. Then I found the blessed chocolate milk and hugged that 2L carton like it was my first born. I moseyed on down to the cookie aisle and saw my old friend, raspberry fig newtons! I grab the first brightly colored framboistic package and run off in search of my darling boy. We buy chips and..... something else i can't remember. Then we go home.

Sometime later, (i think after a luscious, luscious bathing session) I go into the kitchen for some raspberry goodness. I open the package, take out a cookie and bite it in half. OHSHITITTASTESNOTRIGHT. I look at it. I spit it out. I say, 'Is that MOLD on there?' to davey. He says...'i don't think it's mold... it's more furry.' YES IT'S FUCKING MOLD AND IT'S IN MY FUCKING MOUTH!! So nasty. It looked like those things saw a special on shag carpeting and blew their fucking life savings on it. Ugh. The entire kitchen smelled like mold after too. They expired in August. What kind of shelf life do these things have? We were trying to figure it out in between me brushing, flossing, gargling with mouthwash, scraping my fuzzy-feeling tongue, retching, gagging.

I will never eat a fig newton again and will forever be (even more so) cautious of expiry dates.

I'm still stoked that eva won. I hope she will be showcased as a model a bit more than the other top model winners. (yoanna who? what was that first girls name? ha)

sorry i haven't replied to comments. I'm so tired that it's all I can do to update my journal anymore. *sigh*