fuck.
you know, it’s just fucking wrong when you *haven’t* been drinking in OVER A FUCKING MONTH to get all oogy and nauseaous and headachey in the morning. like, wtf?!?! i’ve been behaving damnit! i’ve been going to the gym, i’ve been trying not to eat slop (and trying to eat more than once a day, too!)
fuck it, damned if you do and damned if you don’t. meh factorial.
let’s see, weekend was okies…movies on friday (eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, rules! *and* cute workboy came with!!! w00t!); went to cello chix concert (note: electric cellos are AWESOME!) and hung out with heather & some peeps after in porter square on saturday; sunday was pubquiz and pre-domesticated krista resurfacing at gay.com.
all in all, not too shabby. oh, and most importantly, i got a new guitar!!!
i shall have to name my new guitar…
::love::
i’m going to marry it.
