books.
some grimy wench who hasn't taken a shower but fancies herself vain enough to sit around on the floor and take pictures of herself into a mirror to get that third-fourth-person perspective or some other such pseudo-artsy bullshit.
soundtrack over the last two days: cracker 'take me to the infirmary' (and inexplicably, talking heads' 'and she was' EVERY TIME i turn on the radio. i have heard this song 5 times in 48 hours, on different stations. it is a good song, so it is okay.)
weather: fucking cold
books: the male chauvanist's cookbook, smashed, point of purchase
strangest case: the dog that drowned in lake washington an hour prior, who was already in rigor mortis when we pried his jaws apart to intubate him, and whose owners insisted on 10 minutes of cpr
movie: crazy love
best toothpaste ever: crest naturals mint & green tea
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