if i could stop yawning, i'd laugh

ok, i'm laughing anyway. i dreamed that my dad was dating sean bean. ... hahahaha! i kept catching them snuggling and such things. and i knew they were sleeping together. oh my goodness. i think about 3 people reading this have met my dad and thus realize the absolute bizarreness of this dream. just... bizarre.

church today. blah. the topic - god's dream. it's based on this thing a kid wrote for last year's coming of age service. snore. if they don't pay me today, i'm setting the place on fire. it's been a month, fuckers, and my rent is due tuesday.

rach and i watched a movie last night... i think it's called storytelling. it was fucked up. i didn't like it at all. icky icky icky. (that's my mature and thoughtful criticism.) but the weirdest part was that there was a scene censored by the video store (i assume it was the store). a nasty sex scene's going on and all of a sudden a big red box appears over the people. subtle.

religion is a smile on a dog

they paid me. thus there was no carnage. and damn it, but the choir sang really well today. ::pats self on back::

anyone want to come over and entertain me? the weather here is beautiful. gorgeous, actually. i'd be a fool to stay inside today. sunny with a cool breeze. ahhhh. but rach is at work again. meh. so i am alone and bored. siena is in new york so i can't make her come over and play. ::sigh:: i have half a mind to drive to northampton and make one of you folks out there entertain me. but... then i'd just have to turn right around and come back... and then i would have spent the whole day driving. i honestly don't know what to do with myself right now. um, i'll take suggestions...

also, i look good. no really, i do. i'm wearing a long, brown skirt with a little plaid-ish pattern and a chocolate brown stretch button down shirt and brown eyeshadow and brown lipstick. i like brown. brown hair, brown eyes. i am monochromatic today. and i like it.