beckstraordinary

one classy broad

9.25.2006

High As A Kite & I Just Might Stop To Check You Out...

Mmmmm...paint chips. The smell of paint is lingering and I'm not sure it's oil-based, but I think it may be and I may be on my way to being as high as a kite. I feel all warm and have crazy heartburn. Just peachy. Dad painted the office this morning for Grams and it's now disturbingly white and steril.

At least payment for my suffering is meatloaf.

Written at 17:35 by Beckstraordinary.

1 comments

1 Comments:

Becky said...

now all i have to say is shame on you for putting that awful song in my head. ;o)

25/9/06 19:06