November 20, 2007

what do you think I am, a typewriter?

My brother has thumbtacks living in sin behind his dresser. My mom told me this last night. What do I do with this information? I'm considering trying to save the lost ones... but I'm afraid that would be too cliche... too tacky, as a religion major home on break...

Filling out job applications is annoying. Can't I just walk in and say "hire me?" and be done with it?

Migraines are even more annoying. When I become supreme ruler of the universe, I'm doing away with them.

I made a thumb today. The mitten is almost finished. My first mitten. I just hope that it fits the person I'm making it for, since I'm a thousand miles away and can't really try it on...

My May Term class got canceled so I need to find a new one... anyone got any recommendations?

Uh, what else? I think that's all for now. I need to go take more happydrugs to remind Sir Migraine, Esq., that he is NOT WELCOME. I mean, I am welcoming to people of all types... but Sir Migraine, Esq., is NOT a person. Just an obnoxious... bumblebee head.

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