Random Thursday Bits

My TMJ is acting up (of course it's my own damn fault, I'm too stubborn to use the mouth piece thingy at night).

I vowed to cut down on my alcohol consumption come November. Somehow even I knew I was lying about that. Cause, really, what the fuck else is there to do when it gets cold out?

My cold went away! Shmoopie, I think it was a hyper excited reaction to the notion of seeing you after MONTHS of not hanging out with you. Fo' sho'.

I'm still scared of Daryl Hannah and her boy boobies. And her roller skates.

So I have a "date" this weekend with the Weasel Central employee. Should be interesting, to say the least. No details to follow on that one, unless it's a complete bust and I end up having to quit my job from the shame of it all. Then I'll gladly reveal all. Cause that's how caring I am. Hott damn.