blue jello shots

sometimes.  I dont like to fuck.around.

i have a list. i know what I need, i’m on a mission, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s get outta here.  but for him.him.him.him.it is a joyous adventure to look at every inane item that crosses his field of vision.  that man–the one over there–speaking loud enough to hear 3 isles over, that.man.is.my.husband.  Walmart, for him, is a ‘holy-shit-I-havent-seen-YOU-in-15-years’ reunion kind of adventure.

I reiterate.  I dont like to fuck.around.

moving on…..

just finished ‘a million little pieces” by James Frey.  Got anyone close to you with addiction problems? You must read this book.

Now reading “the Effect of Living Backwards” by Heidi Julavits.

movies? The Incredibles–cute.  13 year old son insisted I watch ‘Napoleon Dynamite’  funny, but not. I’m the ‘Breakfast Club’ generation, getting.old.I.GUESS. not the same kind of humor.

rented lotsa movies to watch sunday–‘noise’, ‘poolhall junkies’, ‘dummy’…’the yards’

Sunday….Easter, raised Roman Catholic, Agnostic by choice. The whole holiday about a bunny…lost on me. The partaking in candy, however…..

btw, you do know I make EXCELLENT jello shots, dont you?