check your sugarcoat at the door

all while getting paid

First thing Friday morning, a strange, wild haired creature had inhabited my sleeping space and I was obligated to smother it.

Then I made it breakfast and called it my own.

My mini-fam went to see Transformers:Rise of the Fallen over the weekend. It was 2.5 hours of action-packed nothing but Megan Fox almost kind of makes up for all of the suck. Plus I had Twizzlers.

Then we went to Toys R Us and I documented their fail:

and because I’m so easily pleased, this pretty much made my whole day.

Deli sandwiches, burgundy hair dye and one horribly awkward birthday gathering rounded out the day off from work. Overall, not so shabby. I sat up late on my parents’ porch and my mom and I told each other the stuff we don’t usually tell anyone else. Even when she doesn’t agree with me, her ears are the best gift ever, because she hears me. This is how I acknowledge our likenesses. The way she nods deeply and sympathetically to say, I don’t like it, but lord god, I know it.

-CJ

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