vivacious

today is the day to celebrate diane p. arnaout's time of birth. she is lovely, and i love her and wish i could accompany her to the h.e.b. in harlingen so we could buy ice-cream cake together.

tom delay was indicted, and for that i say 'bout damn time. lord almighty let that man sit in a prison or with a chain around his ankle for a long while. *shakes fist in the air*

being that my hair is too damn short, i wear pigtails a lot to keep the hair out of my face. apparently this is very to real 'cute.' dammit. why can't i be alluuuuuuring or vivacious. i want to be as alluuuuuuring as the ever attractive giant squid. i can't break away from him. oh gawwwwd. case in point:


ok seriously this photo half-freaks me out/half blows my mind.

close to finally, don't believe the rumors: slow jazz is NOT calming. it is NOT soothing. and it does not have universal appeal. if you are ever in charge of anything, please for the love to do not choose the slow jazz radio station.

happy birthday to diane, time and time again.