Baileigh Solis

Irina has an ear infection.

Babies (SHUT UP I CAN STILL CALL HER A BABY EVEN THOUGH SHE'S A YEAR OLD NOW) with ear infections scream. Loudly. LOUDLY.

I think I've forgotten what sleep is.

And I'm running out of soothing songs to sing.

I am so starting a roller derby team.

WHO'S IN?

You know, somehow, hearing the president call Kayne West an asshole made me so very proud to be an American.

Also, if said asshole had interrupted someone his size who could, conceivably, take up for themselves, instead of a 19 year old girl who probably weighs 90 pounds dripping wet and wearing cement shoes, no one would be anywhere NEAR as pissed off.

That concludes any and all of Baileigh's pop culture musings for the day. Thank you for being patient.

The Notebook is on. I am going to curl up and watch it and start sobbing uncontrollably here in about...oh, an hour. You know, if anyone wants to join me.

Nobody uses the word 'harlot' enough. Why is that? It's an awesome word. It's definitely way better than 'whore' or 'slut'.

These are the thoughts that drift through my mind when I am blissfully relaxed and contented.

I want a cheese omelette and toast. And orange juice. There's no rule that says you can't have breakfast for dinner, right?

--This is the last week of my first trimester. AWESOME.

--Look at your pinky finger. That's how big the baby is. 

--I'm getting married in 4 and a half weeks.

--There are certain people who know who they are that I am currently very happy for. These certain people know why.


You guuuuuuys!! Happy days are ahead!! Eeee!!

Listening to Christian Bale say 'fuck' a whole lot to a techno beat? Way more entertaining and catchy than it should be.

Not that I downloaded it or anything. Nope.

Easiest job in the world: playing a corpse on CSI.