Tickle your cashbone.

My hair spat out the dye again. FUCK IT, I'M DYING IT BLACK. Take that, blond.

Despite my obvious and inherent laziness covered in no-motivation sauce, I do has some goals.

1. Make Green Lawnchair into SOMETHING. (hahaAHAHA, I know, I know.)2. Invest in the machine that makes 1" buttons and sell dem buttons. (Going to the post office with packages is fun. MAIL IS FUN ( Read more... )

We got one of those candle melter things and the temptation to drink the melted wax is entirely too strong.

Finally the headache medicine killed its foe along with the noodles, tums, and fuji apple that calmed the nausea. The pains were replaced by an overwhelming feeling that is comparable to how a cantaloupe would feel after having its seeds and innards scooped out just before being cut up into many squares. But not squares by geometric definition, ( Read more... )

Those who ate from my M&M bowl went sickward.

JUSTICE.

Debbie came in to the grocery store with the ferret, excellent. I wish to leave this job but she will return some day and next year we will return to the forest outside and peer beneath the trees for string. Hopefully then I will be learning about something string can do, also: pullin' teeth.

PEOPLES IS HAVIN' BABIES LIKE CRAZY.

The toaster just burned my Eggo on the same settings it is always on.


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Today was the first time I have seen Cricket since August. I am beginning to worry that my parents are fattening her up for a stew. I love it when puny cats are plump. They look like crawling, uh.

If I do not find a suitable replacement goal, I am going dental.

for some reason i cut my hair insanely short and dyed it some ashy green color. whatever.

i feel like crapdeath.

my hamster looks like a mole, i know i didn't buy a mole why do you look like a mole? quit looking like a mole i see you looking at me with those beady not-quite-blind eyes WHATCHU WANT, MOLE?