Well, here I sit...waiting..i dont like waiting. I am either going to go out drinking or stay here and watch tv. Depends on jen. Mind you I am getting so old that I dont know which I would prefer. I dont do as well at work the next day with a hangover as I did just a few short years ago. Also, i dont know what I am going to wear. I feel like shit so i should go in something aweful. but you know how it goes..you could be dressed to the nines all week and then you make one quick run to the store in your nasty over-sized sweats and run into the ex your still in love with, or that bitch you work with that thinks they are the shit. And you never run into any one you know if your dressed up. I think that there are small fashion elves that stake out your door and the moment you look like absolute shit and dare leave your house they hit this big red button and it sends alerts to the elves that live outside the homes of any one whom you would not want to see while your looking like shit and then those elves steal all their toilet paper so that they have to go to the store and there you are. Reeking of domestication. Sweats, sneakers with no socks, hair in a pony tail that looks like you rolled around in some kinda shit and no make up on other than left over shit under your fricking eyes-make you look like a racoon. And you have no idea it is that bad until you make your pleasentries ..hop in your car ..look in the mirror and realize why they asked you with such frightening concern in their voice, "how have you been" . its just not fair.