joanna and i just watched celebrity. i once said that one either loves or hates woody allen, and i stand by that sentiment. the more i watch celebrity the more i love it. maybe i'll even graduate to 'deconstructing harry' next time.
erm...what? it goes without saying.
i'm a sucker for blow job gags and jokes: "that's a fine man you have there. how'd you get him?" "uh...um...i used my head."
joanna and her mum and i made burritos tonight. jo's topic of choice for conversations just as we're sitting down to eat? "do you know what poop is made of?"
jesus christ. what am i getting myself into.
i jest. after all, everyone knows poops is made of ... yeah, anway.
hot damn, i'm tired. and it's not even 5am.
someone remind me never to become a mother.
time for a slumber party in joanna's room. everyone's invited! so far, it's just me, her, the dog, and the cat, but joey said he might show up later. woah!!!
i really, honestly don't know what's wrong with me. i think the excess of snot in my nose from the fucking cat is affecting my brain.
or i could just be insane. WOOFABADALOODEEMAKARAFATALAWAAAAAAAAA! say that five times fast. woot.