february 8

weight: don't know
bodyfat: don't fucking care

kcal: HELLO jack in the crack and grilled cheese LOVE...
vasa: who needs water? i'm DRUNK!

gym: no, i'm off today :)
write: see above
dog: see above? see above THAT!

random aim blurb for you to "eavesdrop"...

politicaldesi: we are not fated to communicate via blog, no. but we are also not fated to delight in each other's oratorical fabulousness tonight either...i got all your msgs but i am drunk and going to bed...good night, fairest blogger ;-)

gorgeous sinner: Good night sweet princess. May flights of angels sing you to your (hungover) rest :-)

politicaldesi: *swoon* O:-)

ohhhhhh. fat = love.

went to google all tipshy with the captain b/c he had work to do...got to run amok amongst the lava lamps et al. raided the snack bar for organic tangerines and then string cheese...painted in my sketchbook...wrote in my journal...and then when my blood sugar TANKED and i put my head down and napped like it was grade school and i was playing "head's up 7-up", he lovingly picked me up out of the ergonomic chair and put me on something lovely and comfy-- one of the ridiculously plush over-sized google beanbags. it was like being small only FUNNER. come to think of it, all of the google office space sorta reminds me of Romper Room. i didn't want to leave. my nap was amazing. that bean bag was the BEST. yum.

when i reluctantly got marched outside ("but don't you have more work to do? i don't WANNA leave!")
and put in the happy yellow jeep, i realised that i was suddenly starving. hadn't had anything since the grilled cheese and tomato panini and the four Gold-and-cokes...so it was off to jack in the crack. oh my dear lord there is NOTHING finer than grease when you are DRUNK off your ASS. cheddar-stuffed jalapenos, crispy curly fries and chocolate milkshakes are better than sex when you're reeling from a johnny walker-induced swoon. ;)

anyway. it's time for this little kitten to purr and sleep. i will flog tomorrow...nothing crazy, but there are pictures of me eating the aforementioned grease-fest...and we all know that some of you sick fucks live to see me put stuff in my mouth via the flog. *shaking head*. whatever floats your yachts. ;) i need to go pass out in a fat and sugar-laced coma.