tell me, do you remember ever getting this line: "just the tip..." haha. "c'mon baby, just the tip." that shit is hilarious. and you know what's so bad about it? it WORKED. you know you couldn't resist it. be honest, ladies.

and fuck you hurricane ike for ruining my birthday this year. it's not like having your birthday the day after the worst homeland tragedy wasn't bad enough. now you gotta go and keep my austin friends away and the rain bad enough for me not to even attempt my one eyed drunken driving. bastard.

i also went to try on boots today since i need some new ones, and my boot size has gone up a whole size. thanks, pregancy.

and good lord, i cut my hair again. i do this about once a year or two... i think it's going to be a great change, and i cut it all off, and then i hate it and wear a scarf or headband for months till it comes back. well, i did it. and i have not made peace with it. just don't make fun of me for it. in lieu of losing the weight i want to i tried a fast fix for a change and now, i am just so... grr...

i swore up and down that i wouldn't do that shit. oh well.

i am going to see the new kids on the block next month. i thought it would be hilarious. i thought it would be silly to go with my sister and our friend we grew up with across the street. so we got our tickets and they cost a boatload. i hope it's worth it. i had a dream last night about it that it sucked and i bet that's not going to remain just a dream for long... i'm a sucker for nostalgia. what can i say???

and i was telling eric i had dreams about my teeth falling out all the time. he said it wasn't a dream. sofunnyhaha. he said i broke more teeth than anyone he knew. maybe so. but at least i get that shit fixed. i broke half my front tooth off eating a waffle when the plate came back and hit my face. i broke a tooth on a cherry pit, one on a hard sprinkle... whatever. it happens. his jokes, not so funny...like the other day, i was looking at the tattoo on his chest, it's three roses with a banner going through them that says "betty grace" for, duh, betty, and i said, "oh, this rose is you, this one is me, and that one is betty." he said of the one that i said was representative of me, "yes, because it's the one that's completely detached." ba-dum-dum.

i have to just have a sense of humor about life. it's so all over the damn map. happy, sad, whatever. i'm kind of enjoying the nutty ride i've been on lately. the loudest crashes and the quietest secrets, all of it.

"what gives this mess some grace unless it's fiction?"