I have a head on my dresser

Ok, it's not a real head. It's a glass head. But when I saw it at pier one, I had to have it, though. The cashiers must have thought I was crazy. I carried it around under my arm as I looked around the rest of the store, adjusting it at times. I even took it out and talked to it. Perhaps not something a normal person would do with a glass head... but when have I ever claimed to be normal. Now I must think of a name for it.

If you look at it carefully, you'll notice that they added to much of the glass and it settled on the right-top side. When I noticed this I was really pissed and was actually going to take it back. But then I figured, wouldn't it be interesting if the glass head had brain damage? So she does. So the name must correspond to the fact that she is glass and has brain damage. God, I HATE naming things. Where's a John Shepherd when you need one?

I'm getting a cold. I hate colds. Because I was cursed at infancy with asthma, I have a slightly weak immune system and I get sick all the time. And of course, it's harder to get well. So yeah, I'm drinking soup and tea and staying hydrated and pretty much sleeping whenever possible. But this really interferes with me having a good time when I go home this weekend. Though my puppy's sick too--she has a yeast infection in her ear, poor baby--so we'll just have to curl up together and make my mom take care of us. After all, that's what moms are for...right? Or is it just to bitch at you and make you feel like shit....well, my mom does both...at the same time.

We're singing Respect in choir and there's a solo up for grabs...well, if someone's capable of holding the solo. I think I am. Hopefully he doesn't audition for it this week so that I'm not sick and miss out on the opportunity because of it. I could totally hold that solo.

So a few days ago, I decided I would make a southwestern quiche. So on Saturday I went out to buy ingredients so I could make it the next morning. Only problem, I couldn't find a local grocer that carries Chorizo. How am I supposed to make Southwestern quiche without Chorizo?!? Why don't they carry it? How can people in Northern Cali not like Mexican food enough to stock it? Yeah, I was pissed. So here's my sub-par--though delicious--quiche. It has red, yellow, and orange bell peppers; onions; and a mixture of some more prominent tasting cheeses. Would have been better with Chorizo. *grumbles*