Junk in the Trunk

Mood: pirate
Music: I am the Walrus - Beatles

I am the eggman... I am the eggman... I am the Walrus! Coo coo cachu!

... No matter what, something about that song always makes me happy. :-)


Over the course of the Turkey Weekend, I ate the equivalent of a small volkswagon in cheesecake. The creme of the crop was provided to me in part by my dear neighbour Cindy - All in all, that family's been alot more productive since they've been on house arrest... In the last few months they've invented countless new dishes and converted their garage into a loft. (Someone should put The Father on house arrest as far as I'm concerned, his abode could use it.) Anyways, convicts or not, that's some damn good cheesecake. And I stand by that remark in whole.

Tomorrow I get my training down at--wait for it-- HAIR FAX!! Damn straight! I'm the new shampooer/secretary and I'm going to rock your locks! HAHAHAHAHA get it? Your HAIR! Ha! I came up with that one myself, just now. *Phew* Oh, I kill myself sometimes...

In other news... I'm rather Deborah-deprived as of late. I think I'm due for another session next week sometime. (Oh, and you know how all the social work stuff is anoynomous and crap? Last time I wore my Rugby sweats, you know, the ones with my first and last name on them in bolded white letters? Gah, screw you and your confidentiality, Homewood! ... I walked into the waiting room to find a girl my age sitting there looking up at me all dazed-like. Wouldn't it be funny if she went to my school- 'oh, hello...' heh heh.)

Lately I've been listening to The Verve so much that I'm beginning to grow suspicious of myself...

Ta Da!