Just from wanting her memories in writing, a feeling she's getting too old, a person can develop a bad, bad, cold

Title today is from Adelaide's Lament from Guys And Dolls.

I REEEALLY wanted Adelaide. Jessica did a good job though. So I can't complain.

Also, Brannigan is not a fun role. But that's okay. I learned something from playing a one sided douche bag cop character. sort of.

This was last november. I am over it. MOVING ON.

I have laryngitis. It sucks. I wanted to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, but Max wanted me to look at pokemon that was only released in japan with him on the mac.

It look me 5 post-it notes to tell him

a) I do not care about chinchilla type pokemon, as adorable as it may be,

b) I want to watch my avatar and obsess over Zukos ridiculous teen angst,

c) It hurts my throat to laugh,

and d) watchin avatar trumps watching Max read japanese descriptions for imaginary animals. And he is 15. Its not adorable. At all.

Not being able to talk is kind of a pain in the ass. Just saying.

So I've been lazying around, which is nice for a change, drinking rootbeer and praying I'm recovered by the time the show opens.

I've also been editing a lot of photos via picnik, which is always fun. I've had my laptop for a while now and just now figured out iphoto has an editor.

blah de blah. This is a boring subject. moving on.

I'm thinking of starting up a sort of fashion-y blog for thrift finds, DIY jewelry, and threadbanger madness plus whatever deals I find around when I shop. Thats how much of a jew I am. Mhmm.

I'm too angsty to write any more. Hasta for now!