Even with the extra second, I didn't finish this entry soon enough to get it in before the new year ( Read more... )

It's taken me a while, but I've managed to realize what a terrible and unfair thing it was that I did to all my dedicated readers by not updating for such a long time. Despite having enough things to write about, I'm having trouble getting started, so I'll be using the highest form of flattery for some writings that I've seen and want to try my ( Read more... )

Everyday that's not Tuesday or Thursday, I pretend I'm sick, so I don't feel bad about getting out of bed at 3 p.m. Then I pretend I'm poor (more poor than usual) so I don't feel bad about eating leftover mozerella sticks, which, by the way, are the most horrible leftovers food besides McDonald's french FREEDOM fries (does anyone still know if we' ( Read more... )

Let me tell you about how much I hate Dave. I hate him so much that I wish that I had a flamethrower and giant, spiky vise. That way people watching could avert their gaze to someone using the flamethrower to incinerate an amalgam of baby orphans and puppies and then take their charred and brittle remains and use the giant, spiky vise to crush ( Read more... )

The last time I went to Boulder Steakhouse with the Segals, we saw Emma, and we were going to say 'hi,' but then Jaime was being all Nazi and mad at us. We had plans dropping silverware or for me to fall out in the aisle and start convulsing and whatnot, when she walked by, so that we'd grab her attention, but Jaime kept threatening us very weakly ( Read more... )