oh wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere is my hairbrush?

I bought a brush today. I know, not too exciting, but I forgot my brush at my parents' house over spring break (or maybe I left it in Kentucky? I can't remember if the brush made it to Kentucky with me or not...). Thus, yes, it's true: I have not owned a brush since mid-March. Meaning I have not brushed my hair save for the few occasions (weekly?) when I walked into the bathroom to get ready to leave for the evening and saw my roommate's brush and thought, "Hmmm...maybe I should brush my hair before I leave..." Rest assured the brush would have been bought much earlier if I still had long hair...

I just thought you should know that I'm a disgusting person :)

I also once ate a cupcake that had been sitting in the street next to my car overnight. I was late for work and I was hungry; sue me.
;)

It's probably a good thing I've never taken an epidemiology course...I have very little regard or respect for dirt and germs. What? The two year old I'm babysitting just took a few bites of a cookie and handed it to me with his slobbery dirty hands? You can't waste cookies!

That is all. I hope you didn't throw up too much.



OH MY GOSH. Speaking of throwing up. I was walking behind this guy the other day on my way to the grocery store. Let me first assure you that I understand how it can be hard for tall guys to find pants that are long enough. So sometimes I'll be lenient on the high waters, but these ones were a little extreme. Plus...his pants had obviously shrunk in the wash, because when he put his hands in his pockets I could totally see his underwear lines! Ahhhh! I had to bleach my eyeballs when I got home.... That falls somewhere near the top of the list of things you should never have to see.