icky

something is wrong with photoshop. the computer probably wants to be re-started.

i figured it out [delete gratuitous lyrics that pop up]. i'm going to put the gratuitous sex at the beginning, before any tension has been resolved. it won't seem like an epilogue, that way. i was going to do that when i woke up, but my knee hurts and i feel icky. all i could find for breakfast were these [again] icky leftover krispy kreme donuts. there's probably enough milk to bake but i've baked more this week than in the last two months before that.

did i say 'ick'?

he's backstage reading a tale of two cities, see, and a sandbag falls on his head.

and wow, is this annoying.

gipcakes

look what girlcakes made for me! (i was trying to change all my icons up to be more summery, but i'm a little torn. like my current default is very springy, but i can't get rid of it just yet.)

i forgot that this weekend is 'cityfest,' where people who are fond of heat exhaustion go walk up and down hills and listen to mediocre live music. my mom took my sister in my car and left the small mildewy one. since all i have eaten today is leftover hummus and a donut, i think i'll wash my hair and go to target and try to find some food.

i keep meaning to take a picture of various things and then i forget what i was going to take a picture of before i get around to it. oh well.

AHAHAHHA! a britney quote.

from entertainment weekly, apparently.

"'anyone can sit down and write some boring artistic song,' says britney spears. 'pop music is the hardest shit to write.'"

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.