Headaches and pizza

You know the headache that makes you feel kind of like you're going to be sick? I've got that headache. I don't know what caused it, though I imagine the plastic tombstone that screams anytime someone walks by didn't help matters much. Nor did my pigtails that fell around 5am and any attempts to redo them caused much pain and profanity. Oops.

I'm feeling the need to sit around and gossip. Perhaps not so much gossip as just chat. This, however, has no chance of happening in the near future. This weekend promises to be Widget filled, and I can't say that breaks my heart. Though I think I'll have to stock up on the Excedrin, but hey, that happens. Ho hum.

Sent ari a rather bitchy email, but not meant to be overly bitchy. Just came out that way. I'm frustrated by the fact that I've been trying for a month to get that guest list for a party I'm allegedly co-hosting to the point where I'm past being nice.

Digorno pizza? Kinda gross. ;_; Microwave pizza of theirs is yummy. Why does the regular stuff taste like someone bathed it in salt? Meh.

I have to go shower, die, and hope my aunt's surgery goes well. Woo.

Somewhere in this fair city of mine, a Tori set is on its way to visit me. Don't be jealous. Just randomly show up on my doorstep and demand your moment to pay your respects.