well, my mood would be fantabulous, but such a word doesn't exist, so fantastic is the next best thing. sitting here in laura's kitchen, listening to her talking about painting her nails. what a crapple. so, i had to work yesterday from 330 to 930, which sucked because my feet hurt. today i have to work from 530 to 930, and then tomorrow i'm supposedly hanging out with taylor, which is kind of up in the air right now because he doesn't know what time he has to work. laura's probably going to work at winners. go laura! we rock, laura's are the bestest. indeed, bestest. my nails are blue, go me. i'm bored. and i need a smoke, among other things, such as food, and sex, but laura can't help me with the latter, which is upsetting. i just realized that the last time i had sex was in august, which is totally fine, because i am so NOT a casual person, but i don't want to jump into things with taylor, because i don't want him to think i'm a slut or something. but yeah, laura just brought me my coat, yay nicotine! the one, the only, laura michelle*