running on less than 3 hours of sleep.
sucking on a caramel macchiato like it's mother's milk.
completely bleary-eyed and wearing a ridiculously uber casual outfit to the office (granted, it's casual friday, but still, i'm totally pushing the envelope today).
late last night, the teen and i sat in a jam-packed movie theater, squealing in delight as we watched the midnight premiere of this:
i know he's total jailbait, but i'm only looking at the eye candy. i'm not looking to do the hibbidy-dibbidy with him.
lastly, i really want alice cullen hair. she may be my muse for my next appointment with rochelle.
too discombobulated for a real post right now. but was it worth it?