no no no

i am staring at my lean pocket and coffee. i know, i know. breakfast of champions. why did i find it amusing calling lou about 8,000 times last night and just leaving him messages with the mariachi's from la tuna singing, besame mucho. very great expectations. awwww. i <3 that movie.

last night lori and i had a beer (which was on kristopher, wow) then walked over to blue star so i could show her tina's place. we are thinking of moving into it since it's awesome but hey lori, if your all about trading spaces and fixing up your own home then kristopher's house is the way to go. we'd have our own floors.

ahem...ahem... quality time with the neighbor yesterday was so good. he called me to hang out. wow. *squeal*

veronica guess  i <3 you. i am glad you came over last night. happiness is the key.

kristopher michael bolstad came over last night very late. very unexpected. he put on the infamous afro wig and a pair of my panties and ran around the parking lot outside. classic. i got bombarded by farts from him, my house is a mess, and he sang to me oklahoma. maybe i didn't miss him. (joking). he just left a little while ago. why his socks stayed here? i have no idea but kristopher is gone.

is it just me or does anybody else out there not give a fuck that gwenyth paltrow had her baby? i am sick of seeing her, her hubby, and baby apple in every magazine. that shouldn't be headline news. now if ru-paul had a baby that would RULE!!!!! shit, i'd even by the magazine.