Weak. Second Sharks regulation loss of the season.
Watching the Leafs’ tribute to Doug Gilmour.
OK. I’m going to go crank up the new Von Bondies album and clean up this mofo.
Up since 8 (that’s what happens when you go to bed at 9pm - Woo, exciting Friday nights in Cristinaland!) but still unmotivated to do chores
I feel about a million years old for this, but I think I’m going to bed at 9pm.
Just heard a woman say “make love” and “love weekend.” *shudder*
New plan. Eat a ridiculous amount of Japanese food, turn on hockey, curl up in bed, sleep early and long. Save chores for tomorrow.
Also, I can’t remember the last time I was in my apartment before 7 (or 10, for that matter).
Plan for tonight - Sushidinner, colour hair, clean apartment, paint nails.
Digsby is not giving me my popups today. You’re starting to suck, Digsby.
New Von Bondies. W00t!
Eating the world’s biggest avocado.
Brían F. O’Byrne makes it into the commercial for The International. Yes! He’s my boyfriend.
Enjoying a lovely Starbucks Greek yogurt/honey parfait (try one, they’re so good) and sipping coffee from my Starbucks mug. Corporate whore!
Thai food after a mini golf tie.
Ready to kick ass at mini golf.
Enjoying Digsby. I think it’ll take a little getting used to, but I can use it for a bunch of stuff, so it seems good.
I think I’m going to give Digsby a try.
Or not ‘cause it won’t install.
I didn’t have time to dry my hair this morning so my hair is poofy and huge. Heh. Hot!
Happy 253rd birthday to Mozart!
A donut for dinner.
Listening to the Cabaret soundtrack (‘72) and working on posts.
Making dinner for MH.
Shit. Nearly to work and I realise I’ve left my laptop at home. Grrr!
Where's an Egg? →
Ha, ha, ha! The little snippet of video I accidentally recorded with my camera this weekend is, like, the greatest thing ever.
Confused as to why my camera is suddenly not taking pictures.
Good-bye, work week. Hello, weekend!
Getting my oil changed…For the first time in 18,000 miles. :/
Tom Jones at The Warfield the day before my birthday. Yes!
Thinking too much.
Bangs have finally been trimmed. W00t.
Crap. Overslept something fierce. I am working too much and not getting enough sleep.
Wondering why I’m still up. I’m exhausted and was going to go to sleep at 10pm.
Enjoying my new UltraMon taskbar and wondering why it took me so long to download it.
Futility is calling The French Laundry over and over again. On two phones.
Listening to Bad Company in the car on the way to the Sharks game. \m/ \m/
Ha, ha! I can’t believe we won that game.
Having a phony last.fm customer service conversation over IM.
At Las Islitas! Ha! http://twitpic.com/14xh5
Thinking happy thoughts about popcorn shrimp hopping through a field of tartar sauce and diving into my mouth
The Duchess – 18th century blog →
Coi’s new website sucks. http://www.coirestaurant.com
$9.50 in fees per ticket! Insanity. I will complain about service fees every single time I buy concert tickets forever. It’s absurd.
There is no Dr. Pepper but Dublin Dr. Pepper.
Anybody want to hit Alembic tonight? It’s not a Savoy night, but still…