Ladies and Gentlemen,

There may very well come a time when it is appallingly inappropriate for me to wear shoes decorated with hearts and skulls – however, that time is not now. As long as I am able to somewhat draw air into my lungs (my sticky ribs are still acting up) and face an uncontrollable urge each morning to go to work looking like a drag queen, I will wear clothing and accessories that are only startling on me if you know my real age and also are not at as “hip” and “with it” as I am.

Besides, as long as my skin keeps breaking out like a 15 year old soaked in hormonal juices, I should be allowed to dress as though I shop only at Mariposa and Claire’s.

Hilarious Conversations with my Space Boss:

Kimli: Hey boss, we’re moving on Friday and we haven’t packed – are we getting boxes anytime soon?
Space Boss: Oh yeah, we need to organize that.
Kimli: *head explodes*

Oh man! That’s some side-splitting comedy right there that is in no way giving me any sort of stress whatsoever! Hahahah!

Last night’s perogies were made Polish style – I boiled them, then pan-fried them with bacon and onions. They were ok; I still have trouble getting behind the whole “potato stuffed in dough” food group. Ed liked them though, so I guess that is a plus.

I rode Sally to work today, and I’ve already found an errand I can go run that’ll get me out of the Space Station and out scooting around like the wacky hipster I am. Hooray!

I am strangely jolly, but am not currently craving sausage.