Old friends, babies, Phillip Morris...

My evening with Tina was a bit hard. I had a great time playing with Tristan, making faces and playing little baby-games and whatnot, but I'm worried about his mom--she's been drinking a lot. She's been chain smoking, too--I could barely breathe in her small apartment, and I'm worried the kid will get asthma. Her fiance's worried too, and I think they've been arguing about it. Ever since I got home I've been coughing my lungs out from the smoke.
Which brings me to a bit of a rant.

DEAR PHILLIP MORRIS AND CRONIES:

I had a particularly long rant I was thinking of this morning,but I've been coughing all morning and lost my train of thought. But I think I can sum up:

I, a nonsmoker, am constantly coughing, hacking, wheezing and am afraid eventually I'll die from secondhand smoke because you bastards have hooked many of my friends and family. Even with the Clean Air act, I'm exposed all the time because the people I love are hooked. It's in my hair and clothes every time I go out, and it makes me feel like I'm gargling with broken glass when I have dinner somewhere. And it's all your fault, Phillip Morris, you selfish homicidal little bastards....

Okay rant done. You can uncover your eyes now.

I did get something wonderful in the mail when I got home last night. Serendipity sent me a package that had glitter bath gel, gliter moisturizer and lip balm in it. I feel so...shiny. and loved. Thanks, Ser, you're the greatest!!!

Love, Ms Eff, admiring the subtle sparkles...

ARRRRGH!

Ilona tagged me...again.

The sneaky little wench left a post in Ihaveasecret.comtitled with my name, and as I naively clicked on it, her true evil came out and whacked me in the face like a coconut-cream pie..it was written on the 9th, too, so it was just sitting there waiting for me to find it.

ARRRRRRGH!!! BITCH!!!
(You know I mean that in the best possible way of course, don't you, Ilona?)

Ms Eff...pulling out the emergency Evil Kit.

Posting before LJ crashes again...

I got a lot of work done...*resigned grin*

Tonight I have the blissful luxury of trying out glitter bath goop. And I'm not sure yet, but it's possible that Ilona is It again...
She is "Schroedinger's It" That is, it and not it at the same time, until the waveform is collapsed by an action....

You can play the interactive Schrodinger's Cat game here!

Ms Eff. I miss you guys...*Blows kisses in the wind*

Day's winding down...

...so I had a few minutes to make something verrrry special for Ilona. Heh...hehhehheh....( I got her--look here Doot doot doot..another one bites the dust...

I'm definitely perking up from this morning. I hadn't slept well since I was still a bit upset about my friend. (My throat felt really rough, too, and I ran out of licorice tea.) And I get paid tomorrow, something that always cheers up just about anybody...

Ms Eff, who will treat herself to something tomorrow. What should be my treat? Any thoughts?