Sometimes

This is how I spent my evening:

Those olives are stuffed with blue cheese. My second one had olives stuffed with garlic. I spent $25 on olives tonight before I came home. And olives are PURE BLISS, especially when they are floating in vodka.

And sometimes, that’s how you have to spend an evening, along with Vanity Fair, and HBO. And sometimes, it’s how you have to cheat your way out of a blog entry, even though you TOTALLY OWE LARA a tagging thingamabob. Which is now coming Monday, because I tried to write it earlier and kept writing dumb things that started with ‘C’ like “Class: something I never attended in college. College! A place I should have attended CLASSES.” Can you tell I write for a living? Am smart!

I have a ‘c’ word for you bitch. CAT. Have you forgotten I exist since that slobbery thing arrived? BITCH.

Honest to fucking CHRIST, you little whiner, at least she doesn’t drive you around while you are BEHIND BARS. SHUT UP.

*Erasure. Happy Friday!

11 comments May 11th, 2006