Simply sweet moment of the week:
Sitting on the couch with my little black kitty asleep on my left shoulder and my fiance alseep on my right breast. I take a soulful breath and settle more comfortably into my position on the couch, and Shoghi unconsciously breaths deeply with me. StupidCat purrs. I hum right along.

Thank God for the Onion keeping us up on the news.

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/diebold_accidentally_leaks

Does anyone have an extra house for ten people lying around that they don't need? 'Cause my family's getting kicked out....
again.

:(

Now what, my dear friends?

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Bwahahaha... "Ernie... those sheep are tap-dancing..."

AND AS AN ADDED BONUS:

The Lime and The Kermit...

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I'm applying to USC's teacher education program. The application is due tomorrow, and, by some miracle, I have actually finished my personal statements ahead of time (OH MY GOD SOMEONE PINCH ME) and I'm having people edit them. I'm posting the unfinished drafts here, if anyone is so inclined to read and offer suggestions or edits, feel free. I ( Read more... )

And gave videos with cool contexts, little introductions, and pertinent narration.

But I'm lazy, and not like Adam. But if you've ever dreamed of dancing all over the world, I hope this will bring a smile to your face and a little inspiration.

Now to go back to not writing my personal statement for USC.

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Are fabulous to read. In light of my recent promotion to fiance, I found these old ones while rummaging through email. They really help to characterize how I feel right now. Those who are sick of Shoghi/Lily propoganda should avert their eyes. AVERT THY EYES!

From Shoghi to Me: 
Everything I am today I wouldnt be if it weren't for you. You have an ( Read more... )

Of how Shoghi and I got engaged. It's not very elaborate, but it's so fitting it's sick.

First, let me preface this with an important announcement. While Saynt and I were taking care of Lynn on Sunday night, we discovered the truth about what happened at Nexus. Mmm Hmmm, yes we did. Lynn, that crazy angel, gave it away when she reiterated to us " ( Read more... )

A cool wind chills my hands as I crawl out of my car, looking towards the brick walkway that leads to my mothers home. I open a creaky door (that may not shut properly, after which my father will go grab a cleaver from the kitchen [because my great-grandmother hides the hammer in her bedroom] and use the blunt side to re) to a gaudy artists ( Read more... )