Blah.

Diets stink.

Cramps stink.

Being home alone stinks when I have cramps.

Having a ton of work to do stinks.

Garlic summer sausage stinks. Literally.

Going out to dinner with friends maybe tomorrow doesn't stink.

Only fitting into two pairs of jeans stink.

People telling you you're skinny when you only fit into two pairs of jeans stinks.

Making a kick ass Christmas tree topper doesn't stink.

Seeing old friends from Transy doesn't stink.

Jeremy finally updating the freaking blog doesn't stink.

No one else updating the blog for several months does stink.

Finals coming up in two weeks stinks.

My sister aiming me hehe and making me smile doesn't stink.

Puppies don't stink (especially after Jeremy gave the muddest one a bath yesterday).

Jeremy just calling me on the phone just now doesn't stink.