Kissing that magazine cover goodbye.

After a rather smokey and cuss-filled popcorn battle, the score is Me: 2, Stove: 5. I think I'm going to buy a hot-air popper. But the popcorn that was not burned was really good.And that wasn't the first inanimate object to turn on me today. I decided to wear my "cheap is how I feel" necklace/choker thing today for the first time in months. Apparently my neck has gotten bigger since then, as I nearly strangled myself putting it on and every time I yawn I feel like I'm going to pass out. It's gone from (questionable) fashion accessory to suicide attempt. Not sure what I'm doing tonight. The people who ARE available seem unappealing tonight, and the people I DO want to see are gone/working/busy. I'd like to indulge in some intensive retail therapy, but I'm still tight on money til friday, and spending limits mean nothing to me. Pbbbt. Maybe I'll try to redeem myself by baking some cookies. The oven still loves me.