Random Wednesday

wm9629I don’t know what that does. But I think I just locked the damn thing up.

“What does the Age of Enlightenment stand for if not the proposition that the wilder the accusation, the more corrupt one is to doubt it?”

Seriously. These people need handlers.


Jeb. Seriously? Just no.

I’m reasonably certain that I don’t need a TARDIS spatula or a sonic screwdriver vegetable peeler.

It’s weird when I post things in Random and then my friends will post the same thing a few days later on FB. It just emphasizes how few people read Random. Or click the links. It makes me saddish.



How hard can that be, really?


I’m cracking myself up over here.

This is an unbelievable level of absurdity.

I’ve been so sucked into this stupid database I haven’t even been paying attention to this post. And I didn’t even have any meetings today. And now I just really want a nap.

And just like that, I have a meeting.

I need caffeine.

This is totally something I would do.

I don’t think anyone really needs Ryan Gosling socks.

Subtle Jesus

I don’t think printing something Christmasish on a sweatshirt and calling it a sweater actually makes it a sweater. But what do I know? I just knit sweaters and shit.

!!!!Why do I not have these Chucks?? Oh wait, I know this one. Never mind.

I need painkillers. For real.

cards cards cards cards cards

Honestly. I don’t know what they do over there all day, but it doesn’t seem to be what their name implies.

it was just like

“That picture gave me the fears.”

I have to remember to pick up more of that gluten free flour.

No sir, I don’t like it.


I nearly


Yes. Will it deter him? Maybe. But your favohrite flavoah?

Man. I really hate peas.

Self inflicted victimhood.

I don’t believe that Target story ever happened. How would that woman have even made it past the Secret Service agents in the first place? What a bunch of fiction.

Apparently that is just one password too many. That is the password that short circuited my brain.

The Halloween Tree. Lovely holiday reading. This is a good story.

Sometimes mindless knitting is a little too mindless and you totally screw it up.

shake it like a po-la-roid pictcha

Good enough. Good enough. Enough enough.

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wm9434“I’m discussing penis trees in marginalia. SO DRAMATIC.”

I have a new favorite photographer for my list.

No, actually, everything is not awesome.

In case you were wondering what to get me for Christmas. These will do perfectly.

Shrowl should not be a word.

Voting about what to do with other people’s money is a terrible life lesson. Probably in the top ten, in fact, as far as I’m concerned.

Women who lie about being victims of sexual assault are just as repugnant as rapists. Lying about something this horrific not only ruins the lives of those who are falsely accused, it does incalculable damage to the credibility of actual victims of assault. Not to mention the fact that your actions are truly offensive to actual sexual assault victims, in that you effectively belittle what these men and women (yes, men too) have lived through. You are disgusting, treacherous scum.

How do I keep being so busy on Wednesdays? Don’t these people know I have readers? At least SIX of them.

It’s entirely possible that my ass has fallen asleep.

I look so cute today I’ve probably pissed someone off.

So. Much. Dumb.

I think the real story here is that you’re a misogynistic asshole but you only take it out on me because even though you think all women are beneath you, I’m the only one who’s title you perceive as non threatening. All of which also makes you a total moron.

Most unexpected.

It’s weird to see that attempt. Very weird.

An excellent, well researched, reasoned response to Rolling Stone and the problem with imagining a rape epidemic on college campuses.

I just don’t have the energy for this right now.

I’m sorry. Right now the fact that someone used all the ice in the freezer is actually more important to me than your problems. It just is.

Stupid listserv. I hate listservs. Why are they such a pain in the ass?

Ohhh! It’s time for Santa!

ow ow ow ow ow

No, really, that shouldn’t even be a pain anyone should feel ever.

Hello dishes.

I agree that it was profoundly uncool of Santa to take the jingle bells away, but I don’t think screaming is gonna bring them back.

Everybody loves #LittleJustinTimberlake. Everybody.

Closer and closer and closer. Not closer enough.

I don’t know why I’m making these people cupcakes.

I’m going to be making cookies all damn weekend.

Look. I’m sorry. But as much as the Silver Vixen appeals to me, I am happy I used that dye in my stash. I just wasn’t ready to wait it out. If there were some kind of way to make my hair be all silver all at once, I’d be all over it, but there isn’t. So I’m dyeing. And you’ll just have to love me anyway.

I admire your perseverance with that book, but good God is it awful.

ooooh I talked to a millionaire on the phone once! It was my boyfriend Adam S. Baldwin.

Yep. Gonna save up my pennies for the Fujifilm X100S or maybe even the X100T. I’m intrigued by the mirrorless. The minimal gear is like a siren song. I could carry it everywhere.

Don’t forget I have a donation button. Also you could totally just buy something awesome from my Etsy

My yarn cutter has disappeared off the face of the earth and Miss W has destroyed my good scissors. It’s a knitter’s hell.

“Nearly 45 percent of Michigan residents now live in counties at risk of disease outbreaks, according to an MLive analysis of state data.” Way to go, Michiganders. Brilliant. So much for the herd immunity.

Don’t lick the refrigerator, son.

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wm8890I typed Random Wednesdah. Ha.

I should stay holed up in my house knitting dishcloths like people collect cats.

Wait. Standing your family in front of your garage door for a photo is a thing? That is a weird thing.

Yeah, this is pretty hilarious.

It’s like whoever made this “blog” is my long lost twin or something.

“On the one hand, we have Wal-Mart, which makes a modest profit margin by helping to feed and clothe people who typically do not have a lot of spare money. On the other hand, we have a grotesque exercise in snobbery — snobbery frequently compounded by stupidity. The view from Fifth Avenue is rather different from the view from Columbia County.” God YES. It’s the snobbery. The holier than though, self righteous, snobbish social justice warriors who think that their hypocritical ideal of where I should shop is more important than my actual budget.

“Vegan strip club riot.” Ha.

Costco Spam.

“I called earlier and talked to some girl and she said I was s’posed to talk to some lady.” The future of our country, ladies and gentlemen.

If you’re going to take it without asking, put it back without bothering me.

“Commit an illegal act in an illegal manner.” There’s a legal way to commit an illegal act??

I should just go back to not speaking in these meetings.

This is not my best day ever.

When you say we all should have received an email inviting us to that banquet, you meant “you all except for Jen.” Obviously.

Not a weapon! Not a weapon! Not a weapon!

Apparently my normal minimum tolerance for stupid is on empty today.

Trying to make the student schedule is migraine inducing all on its own.

That was a horrible meeting. Horrible. I don’t even know what you say in a meeting like that. I’m completely powerless.

This whole day has entirely disappeared. I still have so much to do.

I haven’t said. I haven’t said.

Can someone get Tom Petty out of my head?

just for one day

My dress smells weird. What the hell.

But my sweater smells like spring.

My hair hates me.

Damn. I do not have that kind of money.

What. Is. The. Matter. With. You.

Just stop screaming at me. No, really. Stop.

ArrAGHgrhg Tom Petty is back. Send help. Wait, weren’t there a couple of people who said they’d send me mix tapes?

That thing I said about letting my gray grow out? Yeah, I think I’ve changed my mind.

I wonder what that guy is going to do with all those brains.

What am I going to watch while I knit when I run out of Criminal Minds episodes?

That’s what I love most about that mug. Those zig zags of tea stained cracks. That’s home.

Sometimes I read these deep, insightful MOM posts on Instagram and I think, “Who the hell are these women???”

I have no idea how I’m supposed to remember this for 2 years, but OK. I’ll try.

I started to send the email, but honestly. I just didn’t have the energy to be chipper about telling that woman she misspelled stationery on an official University document about marketing and branding.

Now my sweater smells like smashed up slimy teething biscuit paste.

My tea leaves aren’t saying much of anything right now.

No, Axl Rose is not dead.

Why do sleeves always seem to take FOR-EV-ER to knit?

I need more migraine drugs. I think I have to go now.

Is Christmas over yet?

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Random Wednesday

wm 8885Definitely not enough protein today.


Let me tell you something. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving is also a shopping hell. I will never do that again.

Snort. No, my inner nationality is not Canadian. I’m not really that nice.


Dear Santa.

I went shopping on Black Friday once accidentally. I wasn’t even thinking about what day it was. I didn’t realize what I had done until I walked in the store. I will never make that mistake again.

I might be a little cranky right now.

Oh look. It’s snowing.

I think I’ll just get started on this cake.

pins pins pins pins and needles

Sifting is a special kind of torture.

Shit. I just totally ripped that fingernail right off.

That guy really likes the word “espouse”. I wonder if it makes him feel really smart when he uses it or something.

Take a nap, Tiny Time Lord.

Atrocious behavior. What are you accomplishing? Nothing but destruction.

I think you might have missed the joke of the photo.

Usually when someone says “So this is happening” it’s to be coyish and downplay something cool. I think you’re doing it wrong.

I probably should not eat more of that fritter, no matter how delicious it is.

My new zen.

I dunno. They probably won’t even like this cake.

Michigan is most grateful for electricity. That’s on account of we’re always losing it in the stormy weather.

I don’t know why I’m in a bad mood. I just am.

Actually, Santa

People get awful excited about Thanksgiving. I think Thanksgiving needs a good old fashioned Buffy the Vampire Slayer Stakesgiving Day marathon.

No, really. We all know what you were doing. You’re just embarrassed that you were called out on it. But whatever.

I keep forgetting it’s Wednesday.

One more thing before you go, Santa

I don’t think we’re putting up a tree this year. Stormageddon is like a cat with opposable thumbs.

I have weird hair right this minute. That is a fact.

I might need some type of slouchy beanie. I’ll have to add that to the list of “to be knitted”.

I’m sorry you zested your knuckle, judith.

More beer, wench. More beer.

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I’m sorry, I can’t talk to you right now. I’m too busy growing my hair.

Wow. I totally read that as “So I’m eating babies.”

Selkies! This looks lovely.

“There is no limit to the number of times an aluminum can can be recycled.” Yes there is. It’s once. After it’s been recycled once, it’s not a can any more.

I love pasties.


It’s painfully ironic to me that a supervisor who has “chatted” with me more than once about my unsmiley demeanor because people have complained that I’m not friendly enough – basing this solely on my expressions – and despite my protestations that I have no control over my resting facial expression, is bringing an artist to campus for a week to the tune of way to many dollars whose work focuses entirely around the concept of “Stop Telling Women to Smile”.

I am forever saying we should stop using words or phrases that drive me nuts – AMAZEBALLS!!! Hubby. Hot seat. Humpday. But this list is straight up stupid. Bitch.

The refusal to accept any personal responsibility for your own safety is beyond my comprehension. This is not to say that I condone any act of rape at all. It is to say that women are absolutely complicit in their own safety. To lay all responsibility at the feet of men is not only an unreasonable expectation, it is entirely counter to so called feminism. If we’re all completely equal, how can we expect women to eschew any common sense or responsibility? Merely wailing “Men shouldn’t rape! Women should be able to get as drunk as they want!” is preposterous and displays absolutely zero understanding of the human race. Of course men shouldn’t rape. Women shouldn’t either. People shouldn’t steal, kill, brutalize, lie, or in any way be wretched. But they do. That is the nature of humans.


I keep saying these things as if someday these people will actually listen. But they don’t. I think I tasted blood biting my tongue this morning. I gave you a solution. And then I gave it to you again. From now on, my answer is no.

Dear People Magazine, Zac Efron is not sexy. Sending shirtless photos of him to my email and calling it the sexiest email I’ll get all day is just wrong. Please reconsider your criteria. Sincerely, Zac Efron’s Eyebrows Will Always Bother Me.

Man, that is some tiny type.

That is not zen. That is so not zen.

How have I been this busy today? I need another snow day.


I think it’s supposed to rain this weekend. All the snow will go away. Then we have to start all over again. But right now it’s snowing snowing snowing.

My glasses are hurting my face.

I’M OUT OF PEANUT BUTTER M&M’S AGAIN!!! Wait. That’s probably a good thing.

Kitten Box. Gah. I get stressed out just thinking about it.

It’s not a complicated question, really.

hidden in the branches

ARRRgghHHH How many times can I bash this knuckle on something before all that’s left is bone???

Crap. That snow day totally messed me up. I have to make a dessert tonight for the potluck.

Not even the yoga ball chair can help my posture today.

Hear Hear!!

You are invited to the Government and Non-Profit Fair! Oh goody.

I could use a nap.

Ha: “College is easy. It’s like riding a bike. Except the bike is on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell.”

I hope I have everything I need for that cake because I am not leaving the house again after I get home.

I hope it doesn’t take me three years to drive home in this.

I should keep a Sno-Brum in my truck.

Totoro Grenade!

I do not understand why I’m sooooooooo tired today.

I love chili.

I don’t really get why people love the food at Thanksgiving so much.


It took me three years to get home, but only because people were driving like tiny little old ladies.

Ha! I love Mike Rowe.

Cool off, cake! I need to frost you!

Is that guy ever not high?

I am ready for sleep.

The whole damn thing spilled in my bag.

I have no idea what to wear tomorrow.

“An exciting way to make music with your own instrument”

No. Logic. Chaos. Everywhere. INTERNET.

No tea for you tonight, young lady.

All I wanted was a Pepsi.

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I can’t be the only one who finds it hilarious when Canadians criticize Americans who vote against Obama and his policies.

didn’t mention your name

It’s kind of hilarious. But. What an assy thing to do to those poor birds, and what kind of person immediately thinks TRASH instead of animal shelter???

I somehow don’t think he’s serious

I just want you to know that you use that phrase a lot. Like a LOT a lot.

“The first biography of hip hop superstar Ol’ Dirty Bastard”. That implies that there is more than one biography of Ol’ Dirty Bastard, and Dear God, why would there ever be a need for more than one biography of Ol’ Dirty Bastard??

Um … what?


“I apologize for coming to your house and killing everyone. I’m an INTJ!

We’re having a Thanksgiving potluck and so far everyone who has signed up is bringing a side dish. Except me, I’m bringing dessert, because that’s what I do.

You guys, you guys. Calling yourself a sexual predator while describing instances of molesting your baby sister is TOTES OK! As long as you’re a liberal because OBVIOUSLY it’s not molesting molesting … Revolting.

Professional Development. Whatever.

I can’t remember what courses I registered for next semester.

I tried to type crockpot and it came out cropck. I don’t even know.

Apparently they forgot to remember to dislike me.

snow. stupid snow.

Oh my God. Once again. Detroit is not the only city in Michigan. It’s not even the best city in Michigan.

Giant paycheck. Ha.

Dude. She carries a firearm. Maybe you forgot this piece of common knowledge …

No, seriously, Red. It’s really Wednesday.

I’m in love.

I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold outside. It’s cold enough to snow so it’s trying to snow outside.

I don’t really get the appeal of sweet potatoes.

Holy wow, I can’t believe my yarn got here so fast! Time to start swatching!

I’m pretty sure there was a towel.

Interstellar Worm Hole Travel!

all you ever wanted was

Mostly I see the world in 50mm, since you asked.

Bored now.

What kind of half witted troglodyte are you?

Oh come on. That photo was a good 13 pounds ago.

What the hell is ballistic stretching?

I’ve had it stuck in my head all damn day.

I will love Paul Westerberg forever.

I think I would like some different slippers.

You probably love someone who needs a gorgeous snuggly hand knit cowl for Christmas.

I think I need a cuppa tea.

In all that oops oh, it’s later than I thought. Damn.

What the hell is emu oil? I can’t imagine why I would ever want to rub it in my “hard to reach places.”

contrasting color 1

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wm7805Well. That played out pretty much exactly like I thought it would.

The only reason people think you shouldn’t eat cats and dogs is because they’re cute. They never think about the fact that cats and dogs have no qualms about eating humans.

I need a t shirt that says “I <3 Gridlock”.

That doesn’t come up as a heart graphic. Lame.

When did they start calling Frito Pies Walking Tacos??

Damn. My whole day is just gone. Just like that. Poof.

“Warning! You must have your solar system up and running by midnight on December 31st!!” It sounds more like a line from Doctor Who than a commercial I heard on the radio on my way to work.

“… less definition than a spelling bee for illiterates.” Ha! Thanks for that.

I think the real question here is WHY you have a subscription to People magazine.

I dunno. If I were trying to get you to buy my Craftsy class, I would probably *not* refer to myself as “beloved knitwear designer”. That seems a teensy bit egotistical and presumptuous.

what’s that, can’t hear you, arms are trees

Wow. That Stitch Fix stuff is expensive. That is not a frugal subscription service at all.

Huh. She has very long teeth.

I really kind of love this wallet. And also I really want this hoodie. A lot.

I am so done helping you, you jackass. I am not the tiniest bit inclined to help you.

Twix ghosts are not delicious at all.

Another phrase that needs to die in the work setting: “I’ll punt that to …” Stop punting. You don’t even like football.

I really need to think of this place as a transition. A painful, painful transition.

WTF. What happened to you not speaking to me? Can we go back to that? That didn’t last nearly long enough.

I need a snack.


HA! I didn’t even think about the filibuster. That’s hilarious.

I looooooove these. Especially Cocoon. And I love the honesty of these, particularly that in the text, they’re so beautiful. Click through to the photographers’ websites.

My eyes are all bleeeearry.

Yeah, I’m just wingin’ it here.

I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to wear tomorrow. I need someone to just lay out 5 days worth of outfits for me. I’m not even joking.

This Macbook won’t let me hold a letter down to repeat it. Arrrrrrrrrrgh.


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wm7320Are you serious? How do I work here?

The skeleton is my favorite.

“You’re not a racist are you?”
“I’m an equal opportunity misanthrope. I hate everybody.”

I sincerely wish that clothing manufacturers would decide on a uniform bloody sizing chart across the board.

I read that as “Cheese Courage”. It did not say cheese.

I can’t even get an air plant to thrive in this office. It just sucks the life out of everything.

You are a despicable human being.

Huh. We’re getting a Costco. So I guess I’ll finally have that experience.

Soup isn’t a meal. It’s a hot, chunky beverage. I find it insulting.

I really just read this sentence: “Not all women have vaginas.”

I can’t help it, this is funny.

“Jennifer’s causing trouble again.”
Nodding enthusiastically, “It’s my raison d’etre.”

Oh, I like the final frontier t shirt!

I’ve never experienced a block on a paper this profound before. I’m 100% certain it’s the subject matter.

Facebook suggested posts lately are all plus size clothing sites. WTF Facebook?

If you are in League with Lucifer he gives you mad climbing skills.

Did you mean make your peace with your piece?

Why would you ruin a perfectly good caramel by putting salt all over it?

I need one of these with my name for my lawn. Or my cube.

I need my migraine medicine and it’s very far away. It’s this stupid weather.

“Pretty as a picture” is such an odd phrase.

I really hate my hair today.

Interesting. There is a photographer who did a series like this, in the states I think it was, who did not ask permission first. That is not right.

Ah yeah. Arne Svenson. The courts ruled in his favor. I am not comfortable with that at all.

I Googled “What the hell is Gamergate” and am no more enlightened than I was before the search. I might care a little less though.

It reminds me of Andy Taylor’s album when he did that soundtrack for that gymnastics movie back in the 80s. I think it must be the cheesy guitar solo. I freely admit owning that album. And loving it. Don’t judge me.

Huh. I might still kinda love it. I might need to own it again.

I can’t believe they did not eat all those cookies.

That’s a brilliant costume idea. I wish I’d thought of it. Maybe I’ll do that next year.

OK, maybe I don’t need to own it again. After track 3 I needed a break. Enough of that Andy Taylor business.

Maybe some caffeine will help.

I’m sorry, Merle. You were not a bad cat, as barn cats go. Still. I am now thoroughly convinced that Spike is a minion of Satan and is, in fact, immortal. There is no other logical explanation for his continued survival.

Still. Ironic that you gave up the ghost on National Cat Day.

Why do we have a National Cat Day?

(I am so not a cat person.)

Why are they being so nice to me? Am I dying and nobody told me? It’s making me nervous.

Yes! All of this! Except I don’t enjoy speaking in front of large groups. But I’d totally rather do that than have to make small talk with strangers. Also I don’t go to church, so that’s not really an issue for me.


Markie Post. Wow. There’s a name I haven’t thought of in a while.

Chicken pasty it is.

Does anyone else have that one FB friend that they forget about until he makes some totally asinine remark on one of your posts and you’re all “Wait. Why are we friends??” And then you remember that you only keep him around for the comic relief.

Wow, this is a bad one. On my pain scale, which is skewed, this is an 8.

The steak pasty was definitely better, but this chicken one is not bad.

I don’t know. It should be a law of the universe or something that children not have to die. Children should not have to get sick or suffer or have their lives cut off. It isn’t right.

I need something to cheer me up.

What am I going to do with this baby sort of crawling all over? How did the time go that quickly?

I don’t know how I can get involved when you never do anything in my part of the state. I don’t have time to organize this shit for you. I suppose I could organize it and then use it for independent study or something maybe …

Wow, thinking about that just makes my head hurt more.

I think my misophonia is getting worse.

I did not accept the invitation to question whiteness.

I have got to get a different cell service. This stupid phone doesn’t work any where.

Sure she was calm, she was lying. It’s easy to be calm when you’re bullshitting. The truth is what’s hard.

I kind of love that sweater.

Oh good. Migraine medicine induced sneezing fit for the last 15 minutes. Because I wasn’t in enough misery.

Tea! The Queen’s tea!

I might have to actually wear my winter coat tomorrow. Oh maybe not. I’m not ready to give in.

I feel like I’m forgetting something.

Ah that baby head smell. It’s the best smell in the world. Now that’s zen.

Ugh. Freezing and nauseated. Yay migraine drugs.

fuggit. I’m going to bed.

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and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

wm7354~e.e. cummings~i carry your heart with me~

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wm7017I read that really wrong.

I don’t know about a Homeland without Damien Lewis.

I always miss messages in my “other” box on Facebook. It should notify you that there are messages there the same way it does for your regular in box.

My hair is a disaster this week.

I put my swipe card in my bra and then forgot about it. This is why dresses and skirts should always always always have pockets.

I should have been a copy editor. That is a fact.

The Jawas are kind of brilliant.

Well far be it from me to pathologize or stigmatize anyone. I was merely approaching it from a grammarian view.


Oh Come ON! Gloria Steinem for sure? How is this my job???

I think I have another migraine coming on.

Wow. Presenting little girls in princess dresses and having them recite profanity laden propaganda as facts in the name of feminism because we should stop objectifying women and girls and treat them as equals is simply another way of parading females in front of an audience as tools. It’s classless, it’s misogynistic, and it’s sad.

I don’t really get the whole sharing your birth story thing. I think this is one of those girl things that is just beyond me. It’s probably because I’m only half human.

Wow. I would not have known that that was Renee Zellweger.


I love this.

I may or may not have just very nearly fallen sideways off the yoga ball chair.

“Neither curiosity nor personal interest is a legitimate educational interest.”

I should probably eat something. Why is lunch always so problematic?

Foulmouthed guttersnipe.

We need some Chagall to make us happier.

all i need

This is interesting. The first half. The second half doesn’t really apply for me. The first half … I dunno. I say chronic migraine to people and they wince, but I think mostly people don’t really “get” that I am in pain almost every single day of my life. I think the Mister understands though. But even when I’m wanting to fall down and curl into a ball, I keep going. I will say “damn, my head hurts today,” but when I say that it’s because it’s especially bad. Like so bad it’s past my normal tolerance. I’m not complaining. I just have never seen an article like this before and thought it was worth noting.

I would like to take the kids to St. Ignace for a weekend. Bike around the Island. Like when I was a kid.

I would like to take them to Lake of the Woods for a week or two and stay in one of the cabins. I miss that. I miss that a lot.

I sort of thought that thing would have gotten moldy by now.

I think I will make some more short bread. Shortbread? I think it’s all one word. That was pretty good. I think I need to bake it an eensy bit longer this time.

I need an electrician, a landscaper, and possibly a roofer.

very specifically

I don’t have enough red ink.

I think I should eat these Sun Chips.

Honestly. Webmail is actually an incredibly useful tool if you people would bloody just use it correctly.

It’s a whole list of people to get through.

I really have to stop procrastinating these papers, but every time I think about working on them I feel paralyzed.

Damn. Sorry. Damn.

I think the pain is moving into my neck. Rather, spreading into my neck.

That’s about as diplomatic an approach as I am capable of.

I heard George Michael on the radio on my way to work this morning and it reminded me of this time I went dancing at the Warehouse. It was alternative night, so I have no idea why they were playing George Michael, who has never been alternative by any stretch of the imagination. A girl I used to know was walking across the dance floor. She paused and laughed at me and then walked on. Last I knew, she was living in Washington state.

This band sounds like Lush. But less British.

I did not eat the Sun Chips.

I need to order some tea. I’m almost out.

That’s the blue sky color you only see in the fall. It is fraught with potential disaster.

I never checked out that Battle Creek show. Is that still on? I still think it’s way dumb that it wasn’t actually shot in Battle Creek.

Then go to Meijer and get some Hershey bars!

“Name the people in We Didn’t Start the Fire!” But why would I ever want to do that?

Lawless Moon Killer

Have I mentioned how much I love fleece lined leggings?

I wish I was more of a gardener.

Where are all these mosquitoes coming from? It’s like 40 degrees!

I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.

I wish I could just stay home and be mom.

This is fascinating.

I don’t smell like myself today. I smell rather dusty. How odd.

How odd.

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