watching poker on tv is about as much fun as watching golf…barfarama.

last night i came home and passed out after consuming my share of two pitchers of margaritas with e and the Fetus..eee-yah! of course i passed out at 9:30 and woke up at 4:30 am…too bad the boy didn’t have the same ideas about that since he proceeded to complain and ended up pissing us both off because i was awake and he wanted to sleep.

today i went to my old spa to dermabrase my face. woo. i maintain this fascination with looking young and frisky for as long as humanly possible. it’s vanity, yes…but a fear of taking back my turn at having a pretty face..given that i was pretty-gross-and-ugly as a kid. when i feel like hooking up the scanner i can show pictures…but let’s just say i would be a perfect candidate for one of those Maury “i was ugly once, now i’m hot, you dunce” makeover shows…the biggest improvement in my visual aesthetics happening after 19 or so…

ah well. this weekend, i am off. and it’s a sexy feeling. being off and not having to go to work for two days in a row. it’s the little things, you know, that keep you going.

life is good for me, for now.

hopefully this has a sticking pattern and doesn’t stray too far off course.