last night, i got to eat some delicious panko-crusted chicken. it was so good, i'm shouting out to the cook right now: holla, krissy!
last night, i got so sweaty from ddr, that i showered before bed, which i rarely do. and i rarely do it, because when i sleep on wet hair, i wake up looking like this:
it's like i'm stuck on the LOST island, except not as pretty. although i wonder, would i get a sunburn? because their hair always looks good, no one looses weight, no one grows any facial/body hair....could it be that i wouldn't sunburn at all? that pasty claire would be red as a lobster! if i wouldn't burn, i'd seriously consider going to that place. ...if it were real (michael and i are dangerously close to obsessed. we watch 2-3 episodes a day - hello withdrawals over spring break! - and talk about it constantly. michael says things like, "i'd be cussing all the time, like 'let's catch a damn boar motherfucker!' why not?!" and i wonder about sunburns.)and my final word for today is that we're piecing out to colorado in the hopes of finding some place where michael can move some of our massive pile of crap. i say hope because the outlook is dim. so this week when you're lounging, or shopping, or sunning, or swimming, or being dragged through China Town (or worse, working you poor non-Spring-Break bastards), stop for a second and hope we find something that is not a shit-hole. thanks
