Shopping bags they weigh down my armmmmmmmmmms...

I promised myself that I'd try to do a some of my x-mas shopping after work today. Just a little bit, maybe an hour or so. Now, I've never been a dude, so I don't know the true feeling of getting kicked in the balls, but I'd assume it felt something like standing in line at the mall this evening. Painful.

I ended up leaving with nothing, so Saturday the hammer goes down. Mark my words: I am getting all of my shopping done in one day.
Let me know what you would like, or I may have to wing it (and as history has proven, it is not wise to let me 'wing' anything). Me? I want this pan, this book, a new camera (think I've got this one in the bag, because when I asked my parents for it, I gave them a really sly wink), an amazing nightlight, and for Britney to keep on the path she's been on for the past few weeks (holy entertaining).

In the scheme of things, I'll probably get a set of wooden spoons and a sweater in a color that I don't like, but I guess beggars can't be choosers, right?
Seriously, though, guys.... What do you want for Christmas? I'm frigging lost here.

~sarah p.

Guess what I think about whiskey now?

Well, another goal down.... I drank rye and bourbon all night, and I'm paying for it today.

We went to the Rhino again. The crowd was a little strange, and I wasn't really feeling it until like half the bar left, and we had room for a true dance-a-thon.

I have now completed (or started work on) five of my current ten goals. The true challenge is going to be thinking of fifteen more goals to complete before my 25th birthday. It could get a little interesting around here.

~sarah p.

p.s. Here's another mp3 blog I've been into lately. I am seriously running out of room on my harddrive.