Confessions of a Junkaholic

I woke up feeling like death this morning. I've been sippin Day Quil like they're gonna pull it from the shelves, sucking on cough drops non-stop and drinkin my OJ. My fever finally broke and I sweated bullets for 30 minutes or so then drank some water and a Red Bull and cleaned out the Yukon. I found: a Treo car charger (I haven't used the Treo since before I bought the Yukon WTH) my plaid pumps, my hooker heels (black patent peep-toe sky high) a sweater and a jacket. The plaid shoes, sweater and jacket are particularly embarassing to admit because those are clearly WINTER ITEMS and last time I checked, winter done went a long time ago down here in the boot. I also had a mop in the back that I bought at least 3 months ago. This is why I need a 2 door car, but most likely I'd just be hazard on the road cause I couldn't see because there'd be too much junk.

I'm off to read some magazines to ease my anxiety. In the words of Mr. Cajun Onstar, "kids, don't eat pralines while they still hot, you gon get the foie" Pray for me tomorrow, all 0 of you fine folks that read this.