“Petty” is def­i­nitely the right word.

I have some­how mis­placed half a box of choco­late diges­tive cook­ies. For three weeks.

“Fly me to the moon”, Tiana’s awe­some foodie review of my moon­cake: http://j.mp/5TyKHq

Uh oh. There’s aren’t my pants.

Betrayed, dis­ap­pointed, and hurt. This has been a triple whammy of a bad day. Going to have some ice cream now.

Scream for me, Dustin. It’s been a hard day so far, and all the world is mad.

Found the gloves I left in my car frozen stiff this morn­ing. I guess my palms got sweaty from the shov­el­ing marathon.

Had to dig my car out of the last two days of snow to get out of my lot. FUCK YOU, MOTHER NATURE (and thanks for com­ing before Christmas).

Dreams are no longer sacred.

There are seat warm­ers in the *back* of this Audi. My buns are in heaven.

Rude peo­ple are so much harder to deal with when it’s 5:30 in the morning.

Oh my god! Tori Amos cov­ered Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat!!! I am googling this immediately.

We’re win­ning and John just said, “This game is like a bad boob job…it’s so lopsided.”

Wow. That is my new favourite pic­ture now. I can’t remem­ber the last time we had a guy’s after­noon to help each other buy new clothes.

Have the next three hours booked to go shop­ping at Mexx with Aaron. Hoping to blow my gift card on many things.