i am so over packing that i want to vomit geyser style. do you see how i'm living? it's an effing pigstye.
enough with the bile. here's something funny. well, kinda'. this morning i purchased a salad, a diet soda and a bag of cat litter at larry's/metro and i thought to myself "only tampons, chocolate and a face mask could make this more stereotypical."
i considered picking up some "just for men" hair dye to even the score but the line moved too fast.
what else? i've discovered that don knotts movies calm me down. those and "desperately seeking susan". i don't exactly know what it means when you find madonna soothing but i now own the "susan" dvd.
also, the book thief wasn't bad, i'm addicted to rice cakes (specifically and inexplicably the ones that taste like burnt toast) and i cannot stop watching this. the fireworks get me every time.
that is all. back to packing.