Hey, kids. Guess what time it is? That's right. It's time for another installment of Stinky's self-portraits. You know, just in case you've forgotten what she looks like from all those other five million self-portraits I've posted on here.
These posts are great for when I have no life and just want to put up photos. Can anyone explain that weird blogger phenomenon to me? The one where when you are doing things that you can actually write about, your internet goes down and your work is crazy busy? But then the minute you got nothing going on...BAM! You suddenly have the time and the means to write a whole lot of nothing.
I'll have you know that I actually got some sleep last night and felt much better today. I still haven't done shit about all the stuff I've been procrastinating, but now I have an entire weekend to piddle away and maybe, just maybe, I'll finally get my shit together.
I did watch some high school show choir tonight. Stinky took some photos of Coadster in all her pageanty-type hair and make-up. She looks like the poster child for when tomboys go bad... er, I mean, girly. We just haven't had time to load them into the computer.
On the boy front, things are still going strong with Erik. I was joking with T. And K. about how last Fall when T. started dating her St Louis guy, I said, "I'd never be able to do the long distance thing..." And that's why I should never say never. Seriously, though. It's hard. I really don't think there's anyone else I would do this with besides Erik. Most guys I know aren't evolved enough to help me work through all the different angles and be so reassuring and accommodating through it all. So, hopefully, we'll get to see each other again next weekend. Until then, it's all texts and phone calls. Thank god Erik has a really hot phone voice.