stop! don’t do it! no, really! don’t!

my head is so fucked up. and i once again cannot deal with capitals.

so. i go into work at the b&n at 330 after having worked til 1 at the archives only to find out that WHOA I AM NOT SCHEDULED TODAY BUT TOMORROW. i don’t know what to do. i’ve scheduled my week around working TONIGHT. blah. fucking hell. i did post a sign telling people to call me if they’s be wantin’ some mo’ ‘ours, yo. because i’d gladly give that up.

i’d give it up so that i have more time to eat fried chicken and watermelon at elaina’s funeral.

chicken. watermelon.

so, yesterday i had to run a lot of errands for work– drop off summer reading club pamphlets to various elementary schools, take some more photos of things close up for our where in the world board, go to the dollar tree to pick up these cootie catcher kits, and to walmart for photo developing. well, on my way out of the walmart/sam’s/lowe’s plaza area where the cooler stores are on the other side of the street (ie. target, goodys, staples, dollar tree) i had a stop sign that i couldn’t even make it to, because i was laughing while digging out my camera whiling parking in the closest spot to the stop sign.

see, someone had added sticky letters underneath the word STOP and this is what it said:

and, of course, i had to get one with at least one of the shopping signs in the background:

so, at alex’s work (kmart) the other night, i guess they tagged a bunch of jones soda 4 pack bottles for THIRTY CENTS. and alex gets a DISCOUNT. so, on my way to work, when kmart opened, i pretty much bought them all. i got like 20 cases for 6$. so we’ve been drinking them like mad, plus i’ve given some away. but i need to stop drinking them because i’m going to get fat.

also, i’ve been treating the fortunes under the cap like a map to my life for the next week or so. they all seem to fit. so unbelievably well.

i almost got through a song on guitar hero on hard. i was promised 5 uninterrupted minutes of making out if i got through it. i got 89%. (fucking orange button is the devil!) i did, however, receive consolation kisses. teehee.

my period is killing me like you wouldn’t believe. i’ve never felt this way before. i don’t even have cramps. just this horrible pressure inside of me and in my cooch. it hurts to sit, to move, to live. so i’m glad i got to come home from work. bleeding is the suck. i need money to go to a girly dr, fo’ realz, yo.

we are going to go the store in a minute.

it just rained some. the air is cooler. the wind is nice. i like the way it makes everything smell.

oh, last night, after i got home and showered, i went to lay down to take a NAP and i slept from about 6pm til 515 THIS MORNING. omg, wtf?! i guess i needed it. alex and i watched dead like me, went to breakfast and played guitar hero before i had to go to work.

i like listening to kidd kraddick in the morning.

no, really, i have to stop drinking jones soda.

we’re going to order some of alex’s photoshop creations and some of our photographs in larger and posterish sized proportions from snapfish. has anyone ever ordered from snapfish.

phone, fools, lata.

oh, i’m going to take pictures of our plants. woot.

outtie.

a little later…

whoa, square melons:

*disclaimer* all photos involving watermelon and/or chicken are not mine. thanks.