EASTER. sunday. big ups to g. (of course)
i HATE HOLIDAYS. hate them.... i hate forced family interaction. my parents are waaaayyyy toooo wound up by us coming over that they immediately drive us to the brink of insanity. really. uncle kenny - you da man! period.
kielbasa - check
kasha - check
potato salad - check
cake - check
candy - check
recurrant eating disorder - check
ahhhhhhh everything in its natural place. yes i hate the holidays.
back to normal life tomorrow. day 2 of the vacation from work. i'll do the show of course, feed a friends cat (big ups to chewie - the biggest cat ever), go to the Y, and then who knows the world is just one vast vacuume sucking us towards death. so we'll see.
later all, happy chickies and bunnies, and unblinking jesus',
thea