i woke up at 6 this morning with a UTI, wriggled around for a bit trying to get back to sleep in spite of the lack comfort, and has crazy dreams that involved something or other. i woke up at 8:20, which is five minutes after i usually leave, and called in claiming traffic as the culprit for my tardy status. magically, the extra sleep cured my phantom UTI, so perhaps i dreamt it. or maybe it was the (too much information time -- or are we already past that?) vagisil. woo hoo!
i didn't watch 'how to lose a guy in 10 days', but if i had, the only part i would have laughed it was when kate hudson is gonna to go down on matthew mccahdslkjfalas and in a baby voice, says, "is it gonna be big or small? big or small? we do not know, we will find out!" hypothetically speaking, of course.
i talked to sarah last night, who is in a bit of a pickle, so i would like to issue a plea to the masses: around midnight tonight, would you be so kind as to raise your head to the moon, open your mouth wide, and scream, "what the fuck?!" on behalf of fucked-up relationships? darling, i need your address. i have a present for you.
i told aaron last night that with my upcoming paycheck, i'm going to pay off my main credit card, put 200 in savings, and spend the rest on a shopping spree. he suggested i get some "really cool shoes." i guess this means i'm lacking in the cool shoe department. what, black converse are no longer haute couture? the horror.
last night, drugged up and exhausted, aaron said, "it's not like you're my girlfriend, you're like my other half." then he promptly fell asleep. i think this thought derived from an earlier discussion about lame tv shows that were cool back in the day(the hogan family, for one), and he said, "yeah, and that one with the monster" and i said, "harry and the hendersons?" and he was amazed that i knew what he was talking about. after that, i, of course, was up late pondering that goddamn song in that goddamn movie and that goddamn hedwig. damn you, sarah! damn you to hell!