Flyers game? No. Emergency room? Yes.
Stress continues.

I am torn in a lot of ways. This weekend has been the most fun I've had in months. Winter is getting good again. I have a few regrets, but I kind of feel like none of them will have any sort of lasting effect.

I want to drink wine, sing and play the piano.

I like people that work really hard and fully enjoy their lives after they clock out. Mike and I are very similar in this way. It is exciting.

I'm glad the ol' gang's back together.

I work with animals because humans are fucking awful.

Leave it at work.
Leave work.
Leave.

I got Fantastic Mr. Fox for Christmas. I did not want it. The Road is on Showtime right now. Yesterday I went to a hash, where I saw the largest pile of Chex Mix bags that I have ever seen. Jersey Shore is not safe. But, I love Snooki. This is kind of like that day when I went a hockey game and later went out to a Caribbean restaurant. Annnd, had a waitress named Alexis. What the balls.

My Best friend is in Seattle and rightfully thinks I am retarded.

When you say "je suis une bête sauvage," be careful. I have a welt on my spine and it could have come from one of three scenarios. But, I guess I will never know the truth. Pretty sure I know the truth.

Fifteen minutes isn't long enough. Viggo Mortensen is fine speciMAN. Some things you hang on to, and others you let go. Spice of life, spice of life.

Things took a turn for the ridiculous.

Focusing time.

Cross-continental girl talk!