1250 am, and i just freaking got home from work.

e freaking GADS.

my tootsies hurt.

and i'm hungry.

wah.

brought home a lil bday present for faetal.

cashed checks today.

slept little.

worked much.

was late to michaels. again

read a lot of book six in the wheel of time.

stocked model cars all day at michaels.

which brings me to this:

i started the day out with my hair in braids. i wanted to do something different with my hair, something whimsical.

so, as i'm stocking the model cars, this guy is standing there, trying to impress me with all his family's car history. i say lots of "ooh!"s and "oh?"s, as i'm up on my ladder, wrestling with yet another overstock box. then he says the following:

"my dad has thee biggest collection of model cars, ever. he's been collecting them for years. you should SEE his trailor!!!"

i stopped in mid box-stuffing and came thisclose to saying "single or double wide?", but i held myself back. (such restraint it took.)

i also went into the bathroom during my break immediately after and put my hair into little 'mouse ears' instead.

while working at office max and waiting for my pull tabs to print out (there were lots), i wrote a lymric and a poem for the two women that work in the back.

"there once was a girl named Muriel
who felt her dungeon a burial.
so she worked every day
so she'd get pay
in order to buy her some cereal."

and

"mary, mary, quite contrary
how does your furniture go?
in black and greys
and with keyboard trays
and little desk chairs, all in a row."

*note: mary is the furniture lady*

but i'm brain dead now, and my tootsies hurt (yes, still), so i shall play some super mario all stars before crawling into bed.

mwa.