clogs + rain = wet heels

I do indeed have a brother. He is 25 and lives in Manhattan. I wrote the last post after hearing about the world of good his organic spa manicure/pedicure did. My only consolation is that he did not pay for it, he got it free from work.

My brother is such a metrosexual.

meep!

Who the FUCK makes a circuit board out of PLASTIC?!?!?!?! Don't they know that plastic, you know, burns and that wires tend to, you know, get hot?

In other news, my house now smells like burnt plastic. Lovely.

The Last Annual Candy Swap was a lovely success, despite the absence of cerain, unnamed people. We played cherades, office supply style; watched part of a lifetime move; planned our ouwn lifetime movie, Making the Cut; and, of course, swapped candy ( Read more... )

I hate flakes. (*Cough Kerstin*) If people cannot come to someting, why don't they just say so?

In other news, people who do come places (*Cough Andrea and Sophie*) I like. Yay for candy swapping!!!

EDIT: Have just read Kerstin's post. I am more sympathetic now, but I still miss you! I was so looking forward to having you come!

I intensely dislike English essays. I also intensely dislike this perpetual feeling of exhaustion I can't seem to shake, despite my sleep habits.

Let it be known.

Why do I care so much for someone I hardly know?

I always thought of animal mating as a rather ritualistic dance of sorts. But no, my friends, squirrel sex is violent rape, I tell you, violent rape!!!

Sophie, I want you to keep Squeemo out of all such wretched activities.