shaken, not stirred.

tough day.

the boss made some silly requests, which almost seriously ruined me. luckily, he snapped out of it and all was well.

rainy days usually get me down a little. hot chocolate and a chinese food lunch really helped revive me.

had a seriously meh moment. gave myself a slight headache and the shakes.

the best cure for a blah day like this?
i'm going to make something tonight. not sure what yet, but it's going to be awesome. i'm also going to spread out in my bed and enjoy all the space i have - throw the pillows around, muss the blanket.


i've got big plans for the weekend:

tomorrow i'm going to donate this giant bag of clothes that i've got to salvation army, after first digging through it and finding that awesome yellow fleece that i'm giving to nan's youngest daughter.
then i'm going to the warhol exhibit. he rocks my socks off and i'm addicted to his films. all of them. be they silent black and white three minute reels of attractive 60s hipsters ridin the h-train and staring blankly and unblinkingly into the camera or a slightly hairy guy sleeping for 8 hours or a james dean look-a-like being serviced by a string of boys who are just off-camera or lil joe workin hard for the money or those fabulously campy 70s drag queens ranting about the trials of womanhood. i love me some warhol film.

sunday, i'm lookin forward to some shopping and/or giggling with nan. i want to buy a fabulous new lip color and a cap-sleeved, button-down shirt with a slightly frilly collar, preferably in a polka dot print. where can i find that besides in my dreams?
i also plan on reading for a few hours at tryst, because that's what i like to do on the weekends.

i'm aiming for little to no alcohol, thus ensuring a drama free weekend...