Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

I just saw a writers block question that caught my eye, consisting of something along the lines of "If your arm was caught in a combine and you had to give up swimming, skiing, hiking, or biking for the rest of your life, which would you choose, and why?" and it made me stop and guffaw. So I wanted to say thank you, Livejournal, for cheering me up during my most shitty day of feminine woes that I came home early from work due to. I dare say I'd give up hiking, but skiing comes in a close second. I'd be so devastated to give up either though, that I think I'd rather just shove myself the rest of the way into some industrial machinery.

Bought sheets once again since the last time I puked all over them, which was the last time I drank (Thanksgiving). You know, it was a lot cheaper to be an alcoholic when I had a twin bed. Goddamn, adult-sized sheets are expensive. I had to go to Ross and buy the discounted stripey ones that would probably make anyone else puke sober. I like that Day-o-the-Dead crazy color though. Someone once told me that me and my bedroom resembled a fake Latvian webcam whore('s). Works for me.