of delicious dreams

It’s only Tuesday, and already so much happened this week.

Buttz had her first car accident, which wasn’t much of an accident really, but still, I’m glad she’s got that out of the way and can stop being so SCARED all the time when she’s driving. Maybe now I’ll get driven to school everyday instead of being the one driving. Grin.

I woke up this morning veryyyy reluctantly, because I was having a fabulous dream about Enrique Murciano. Mmm. The tastyness.

Last night it was just my mom and I for dindins, and I had a really good time chittychatting with her. We gossiped some, and I told her about our US trippin’ plans so far.. Turns out I have more relatives in those parts than I’d previously thought. Still not going to visit any of them as far as I can help it though.

I’m in a bit of a rambling slurry sort of a mood, but I probably should figure out what to wear. And then I have to file down one of my nails which got chipped from all the typing. And then I have to make breakfast, and make the hike down to the bus stop and hopefully catch the 7.45 bus instead of the 7.35 bus, so that I don’t incur the wrath of the Pee Wee Meister..

MEL if you’re reading this.. DINNER SOON CAN FRIEND??? when your back gets better.. I’m really curious as to how you managed to do that.. somebody’s been a bad bad girl… Grin

FARAH wear your shoes!

FIONA I want porn mags from Germany.

KRISTY make some time between work and soccer for us la deiii.

PEEWEE I need to poop.