i rarely eat much when alone. i will not cook a big meal for just me.
god it's sticky out. sticky sticky stickoo.
i just changed my cell phone message. it's silly now. i'm in a silly mood.
it's HUMID and i wish it would rain and rain to get rid of it.

have i mentioned how much construction is going on in my neighborhood lately?
it's perverse. a big old apartment complex is being built and they're digging up the roads for the 3rd time in
two years to replace some MORE pipes. what the fuck? get it right the first time, please?
i LOVE to complain. i'm good at it.