everyday sunday things

listening to 
"Shoplifters of the World Unite"....  a song i couldn't listen to for a very long time because my elders all told me it was Morrissey's fault that everything in Kendals and Monsoon and Jigsaw were so overpriced.  and i held a grudge about that for a reaaaaaaally long time.... 

feeling
a little "death by carbs" today.  i ate a LOT of toast and watched a LOT of Coronation Street  (it's been awesome and i've loved every second and i don't regret it :)

feeling
all out-of-sorts and down for Roy.  my heart is aching for some imaginary character in a kitchen sink drama set in Manchester, England, 5 months ago (it's 29 July 2013 in Weatherfield - though there's no mention of cute little Prince George's birth: and that's how you know it's not real life ;).  anyway i think Hayley is going to die and i bet it's going to be even sadder than when Patrick Swayze died....  i really hate the dumb pancreas.  i think we should have them removed at birth.  i don't even like the word pancreas... it just sounds like bad news

hating
Paul Mitchell. and it's my own fault - i know bloody well never to trust a man with a pigtail.  ever!!!  but i did.  and i won't ever again.  long story.  involving hair.  (mine).  and tears.  and a lot of the c word and the f word (a LOT of the c word..... it feels even more cathartic than the f word).  and toner.  and chocolate.  and Taylor Swift diet coke (the best) 

wondering
how anyone can feel anything but pity for the Pioneer Woman after seeing the way her husband treats her - he's so chauvinistic and mean!  i saw her show in the dentist one day (before the dentist rescued me and we talked about Manchester and air fares and chocolate and not at all about teeth)  anyway, that woman is SO under her husband's thumb.  i just don't get it??!  she made him pasta alla vodka (which i LOVE) and he took one unappreciative (and probably loud) bite and said it was just OK.  whaaatt????!!   jerk.

wondering
what Prince is doing in RI.  and why RI????!  it really should be called the oddity state instead of the ocean state

wanting
to go to Philadelphia.  and run up the Rocky steps (once).  and take pics at the quite a bit smaller Love statue.  and probably wish i'd just gone to NYC because that statue is huggably huge ;)  and wish i could eat a cheesesteak.  and go to Ruby's for a vegwich and peanut butter milkshake at the King of Prussia Mall.  and then go home and be really thankful for Massachusetts where everything and everyone is a little bit nicer and smilier and kinder and more forgiving than anywhere else.  though after yesterday, i found out Massachusetts does have an armpit.  and it's called Brockton.  i have never felt so much like a  princess :(  it was awful.  crying babies everywhere.  now i no longer have a baby, i really think they should be banned in public ;)  they're noisy.

back with pics.  maybe.