I greatly enjoy scrubs.

It pretty much makes my life. In fact it was zb [me and zb go way back] that introduced me to threadless with his 'fractions speak louder than nerds'. I'm currently enjoying a sore throat which is about this much [ ] fun. I will be awaking early to stress my vocal cords long enough to tell my work I will not be gracing them with my presence.

I've been trying to buy shoes all day and I guess it was my luck that no place carried the shoe I wanted in a 5 1.2. Does anyone else have this problem with shoes? Why must I have baby feet? I mean they're small and cute but I wanted those pale teal BCBG heels and man what a sad day!


Other than my sickness and bad luck buying shoes all is well here which I'm sure your are concerned about. I'm in the midst of getting all of my life packed up and shipped back to the north for another free stay for summer.


Small rant: This man at my work is so creepy and I've thought this since I first met him. No one started to catch on until a few weeks ago. As a child my mom made sure to train my creep sense and its never failed me. This man is so disgusting. He'll compliment a woman on her eyes for 5 minutes, go tell another man in the deli how is wished he was single and then he'll turn around and call his wife on the clock and tell her he loves her.

UGH! Creepy creepy jerk face.

I guess its bed time because my medicine is kicking in.