Lazy lady.

Consider me couch-locked.

I cannot move. My computer is a ten thousand pound weight on my lap. This is a problem considering my psychology book is about nine feet away from me and I have a quiz to take in the next 29 minutes. Ahhhh!!

Perhaps I will muster up some strength to close the gap.
(Perhaps not.)

On a fatter note - I made a cake on Saturday night. Yellow cake with milk chocolate frosting. What is the special occasion? I craved it.

As it turns out, James doesn't like cake that much.

Judge me not, but I have already eaten half of it. And I don't plan on stopping there. Oh no, I will munch on until there is nothing left but Pyrex.

Book time.




Love,
Khyrie Tess - La Gordita!

not 2 kool 4 skool.

The splendid semester has once again begun.
*by splendid I mean...un-splendid*
har har har.

I am hoping to enjoy my classes more. The more positive attitude I have about it, the less bad it seems to be.

My wonderful James is really cute. He makes me laugh when I want to be a grumpy brat.
Thanks boyfriend.
He puts a big fat smile on my face.

I just realized how I keep jumping thoughts.

Try to keep up.

I am slightly addicted to Desperate Housewives.

I have mice in my ceiling.

I just recovered from a little something called torticollis.

My music teacher thinks he should be writer - thus he wrote his own textbook for our class. An inspiring love story between two college students professing their love through classical music education. However, I firmly believe Mr. I-Don't-Know-How-To-Use-Quotation-Marks-Correctly should really stick to music. And published textbooks.

I have fallen in love with an amazing accessory.





Isn't she a beaut?
I want her. What's the price you ask? $188. Ouch. Thus, tomorrow I am taking my papa with me to the store to find one more within the budget without sacrificing style of course. I cannot wait :)

Love,
Khyrie Tess - the (unashamed) sleazy show watcher