my night.

sorry mom and dad.

tired. 

i keep thinking about cutting my hair, then i realize i have dedicated almost four years to grow my locks out...

all i wanna do is join their club.

spent my saturday night playing "business on jeans friday".

it's too cold to blog? this weather makes me feel like sitting in a snuggie (that i do NOT have) for days, and i need to do laundry. really need to do laundry. especially since i must pack thursday night for chicago this weekend. roger + caitlin + me= one kinda sexy party. i'm really looking forward to get away--even if it's going to be freezing out.

i had forgotten how badly i wanted to go to memphis a couple years ago.

i want to go to graceland and the civil rights museum.

chuck berry's "memphis" came on shuffle soon after, so i take that as a sign.

i finally realized i can watch movies on my laptop while i shred paper all day. 

working my normal hours, i can watch three.

i just need to figure out the volume situation, so i don't disrupt anyone.

made a personal twitter:

twitter.com/shatalie

well, fellini has to poop...

i could do mad libs all night long.

"After that I left him and Boned all the way to Airport. I feel a little Moist about what I did but I`d rather be Fucking on the Ottoman and watching Cagney & Lacey."

"do you realize there are over 100 penises in this room?"

i always forget how difficult ice skating is, and how everyone makes it look so natural.

i only fell twice.

tired.

aaaand i got my levi's boyfriend jeans in the mail today. 

this may be too soon, but favorite thing of 2009?

(it's also possible that they make my 5"3 self look even shorter.)

i might blog about more interesting things this year.

unless you're interested in my pants (or getting into them).