Phantom Tamale

So they had a tamale sale for this guy who is doing a cycling thing to raise money for Aids research (pretty cool yo) so my boss got me one.

It was DEEEEELICIOUS!!!

But now, the plate is in my trash and i keep getting phantom tamale scent in my nose and it’s alternating between delicious and utterly disgusting and my nose is freaking out which goes down to my stomach which is not liking it much EITHER.

Then I think of lunch and sigh, because at this rate I’ll eat the crackers I have in my cabinet and starve till dinner.

I know since I’ll be driving around a lot today I will probably be buying dinner from some random stupid place.

I have a teensy bit of wiggle room because I didn’t make my car payment this month (and I won’t be making one next month, but they will be taking a grand from my account for the down on the new car… but yeah. whatever)… so I can still do something fairly cheap for Jacobs birthday and get some supplies for Love Muffins visit.

So yeah.

Anyway, we’ll probably end up at Jack in the Box or something else stupid.

I almost want to go to Burger King (even though I HATE THEM) so I can get a Star Trek glass.

I am not normal. no no no!

I’ve spent a lot of today punching holes.

My hand hurts.

So really, what did I come here to write?
ABOUT YOUR MOM.

no, not really.

Baboo is funny. He knows I’m mad and he’s trying to calm me. It’s cute, but he’s STILL GETTING HIS FACE TORN OPEN.

That’s all I have to say.

And while I wasn’t going to make him stay at my house today, maybe I will so that he can be tortured and give me his damn penis!

I don’t want him to detach it or anything, but my period is coming next week and I would very much like some more before I’m down for the count.

Stupid periods.

Anyway…

Well well, guess I’ll be eating something "good" today… we are getting chinese chicken salads from this place nearby! I mentioned it to someone and she was like "yeah, we can get it from here"

So yay!

It doesn’t have the ginger dressing I like, but still, a salad is good because I’m sure to have some sort of sludge later.

I’m really in a pizza mood.

I got a brooklyn style pizza over the weekend with a coupon and it was just SO GOOD.

I could go for another one of those. MMMMM.

Anyway, now I need to go to the ATM and pull money out. I don’t have any.

ha ha.

yay brokeness!

but yay salad!

I feel healthy.

Glowing green, like grass and leaves.

and joy abounds.

I’m lame.

suck.