It's Friday, it's Fragment Time!

I got drunk on wine last night and did some irresponsible Tweeting.  And blabbermouth emailing.  I swear, sometimes I just cannot shut up!

I've been catching myself using Very Momish Phrases lately.  And I don't like it!  In the car, I just said, "I'm getting tired of your attitude, Mister."  Really?

I have seriously been waiting more than two years to fit into these Gap cute-ass jeans that've been occupying shelf space in my closet.  Well, guess what?  They're too stinkin' big now!  I'm happy about the skinniness (HA!) but what a waste of a pair of cute-ass jeans. :(

Speaking of "skinniness," today Luke told me that I kind of look fat, but kind of not; that I'm jiggly; and that he likes my jiggles. Perfect.

I would like someone to tell me what type of makeup I should wear.  Like, good zit-n-scar covering stuff, and foundation that will match my skin best.  And then, I'd like her (because it'll be a girl, obvs) to teach me how to put on eyeliner and mascara and stuff.  And how to paint my own nails.

I'm not a lesbian.

My van needs two new converters.  Has to do with the exhaust.  That's a happy piece of news.

My heart is very happy.  I wish my head would catch up.

I want: new glasses. a new camera. a vacation. to see my collar bone. a job. and more.