Friday, January 8, 2010
As per your request - picture proof of the aptly nicknamed dirty Creamsicle Boots. Unfortunately, after a quick test, I found out that they do NOT taste anything like Creamsicles.
(Daisy says hi.)
Dear Mona Lisa,
Yeah. I'm writing to you again. I mean I'm writing to me again. Whatever. Just... make up your mind, ok? Figure out what you want, and get it. Stop treading water like a clueless idiot who is afraid to take chances. You're better than that. I'm better than that. God.
Today I learned something. I don't need you. When Neil and I were racking our brains to remember Kim Catrall's damn name, I FORCED myself to use my head instead of automatically looking to you for help. And y'know what? It came to me. I figured it out on my own. I don't need to Google everything anymore. Not like that guy.... shit, what was his name? With the dark hair... and the face. Yeah. Ugh, I forget his name...
Alright, Google. I'll come back to you. But just this once.