i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job.

in other news... new design. wee. i took the background picture with the gorgeous digital camera my mom and dad bought me when i was sad about will. i love it. i break up with someone and i get a $550 digital camera. i actually paid $300 of it, though. they just threw up the rest. and i let my mom curl my hair as payment. no, i looked terrible - much like a cracked-out shirley temple after she'd been out on a week-long bender. but she enjoyed it.

i love my new camera. i love it i love it i love it. i joined buzznet, which is a photoblog. it lets me upload 10 pics a day, and i can put them up in here [look down, soldier] so you all can see the stupid things i take pictures of. such as my gorgeous stuffed french toast from sabrina's that i had for brunch yesterday with jeff, dario, and jona.

i want to go to the st. patrick's day parade with will, but my dad wants me to go with him. anyway of getting out of going with my dad? i certainly can't go with both of them. no no no. my dad would eat will for breakfast.

but anyway. i have to go shower and get my ass to work.

leave me some looove.