Packing my belongings, and it's off into the evening.

A brief entry...

Well, brief-ish. I tend to have plans on staying small, and then I just talk a whole fucking lot. Probably because I have a lot of friends.

Anyway, Derek told me about Son'y photography contest, and I decided...fuck it. I'll enter. I don't think I stand a chance of winning (I've viewed some of the entries, and holy shit....they're stunning), but I'm going to enter, anyway. With these three photos:

These are three of my very favorite photos.

This one gets an honorable mention, and I may enter this in the place of one of the others:

I love this photo, too. But I'm not sure if I like it more than the murder truck. Allen thinks the murder truck is the safer bet, and I think he may be right.

These extensions are driving me absolutely bonkers. As much as I love Melissa, I don't think she did a very good job putting these in, so I'm going to have to text her about it tonight.

I'm actually going to COOK tonight, which is an amazing accomplishment. I haven''t cooked anything other than pancakes in an extremely long time. I'm making chicken stuffed with cheese and broccoli, mashed red potatoes (from scratch, thank you very much. None of that boxed shit today!), and corn on the cob. Plus, I bought a gorgeous loaf of french bread. Mostly because I am currently having a relationship with carbs. Instead of being a crazy cat lady as a single woman, I'm a relatively sane bread lady. And I'm alright with this.