I'm calling my hair dude tomorrow to schedule time for next Saturday. Grey must go!
I played way too much xbox today and I don't care. Unfortunately, my wrist does. D'oh!
My kitchen is a wreck. I'll deal with it tomorrow.
Spain won the World Cup. Tha tha tha-tha-tha (look up Katherine Tate and The Interpreter - hilarious)
Evil Thorn Season has started. My Beastly Tires are ready. Bring it.
Lance, dude, you shoulda just stayed retired - gone out while you were ahead. Now you're just another biker back in the pack.
I'm trying to think of what to use to count off my age on Thursday. Don't know if I have that much of anything. Sigh.
Maybe I'll just ignore my birthday. Kinda leaning in that direction already anyway.
I just had to check the calendar to make sure my b-day really was on Thursday.
Maybe I'll just count the brain cells I have left. Maybe I'll just go to bed and save the bills for tomorrow.