Hurricanes suck.

Express also sucks. They sell pants that actually make me look like I have hips! And they come in shorter lengths! But they cost $60, and I just can't justify that right now. Boo. Also, super boo for not having ANY JEANS AT ALL in a 4 short. Bastards.

Eva has been running around all afternoon barking at nothing, barking sassily at me when I tell her to hush, and then flopping down in a huffy puddle for a nap. Because all the barking is so tiring, you see. Arg.

The job situation is getting tiresome. They are all, "Oh, we love you! Please stay!" and then telling me the next day they don't need me next week. And then two days later, "Oh yes, we do need you, and can you come in these days in July?" Arg, again.

Shamelessly yoinked from the Bookslut blog, an intriguing article on "book doctors", and the worst headline of all time.

Also, it can stop raining any fucking minute now. Blah.

The cult of moleskine (pronounced "mol-uh-SKEEN-uh," who knew?) grows, as it should.

Am PMSing and accidentally ate corn. Hives! Whee! I'm taking benedryl and advil and going to bed.

My dog likes pineapple. And strawberries. She's not quite right.

I'm seriously hating my life right now. I mean, I know in general I have a good life, but right now I would trade it in to be a pirate, or a ninja, or a chinchilla breeder. Well, maybe not a chinchilla breeder, because I think I'm allergic. But still.