there goes my martha

i've had such a crappy few days. and now my idol martha stewart has fucked herself. great. i was okay when she was a liar, cheat, and greedy freak. but not a convict. no amount of branding can help erase the bars from your image.

geez. if they can let a looney pop star molest kids and get away, why can't they let a billionaire get away with a few hundred thousand dollars. no?

heh.

gawd. we're in the process of buying a house and it totally sucks. i'm never going to find anything we can afford. we made a bid on a house this weekend but there's no way they can come down to our price range. it's my total dream house but buying it would mean living in an empty dream house for a long time. i had all of these great ideas on what to do for each room and how i was going to decorate this and that part of the house. but that's the problem with dream houses... they're just for dreaming.
if i didn't have to work and worry about taking time off, i'd probably enjoy house hunting more. we would like to close on a house as soon as possible because interest rates are really low. i would post pictures of my dream house but that would be like pouring salt on an open wound.

and then there's stuff at work that's been really urking me. but i can't talk about it here so i'll just bitch about it to myself in the car or to qtpi on a walk.