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Random Wednesday

wm woofThis is so neat!I love before and after photos and this is the coolest presentation of that that I’ve ever seen.

Oh my goodness. Back pockets are there for a reason, people.

I have hit that point where I have so much to do I can’t do anything at all.

I know it’s Michigan and all, but I just don’t think I should have to experience 36 degrees in May.

My desk is chaos. Chaos!

I have a list of all the words you use incorrectly. It hurts my soul.

Oh man. Now I want to hear the Singles soundtrack. I need that in my life today.

Oh look, it’s on Youtube. hee

Ha. “And if you don’t retch imagining yourself in bed with Evan Dando, I don’t want to know you.”

Well. Today is just chock full of surprises.

You should get a weekly per diem for scotch and M&Ms, (not that you have time for either).

I can’t even tell you. I just. Wow.

I can’t even believe how busy I am. I think Random is getting shafted today.

I just want to knit and nap. Why can’t that be a job?

ZOMG. They’re BOGO Free today!!!! I’m so coveting all the things.

I’m so completely jealous of both of you right now. le sigh

I had never heard of this chick before, but I kinda dig her.

I’m sorry but this is just straight up a stupid math problem. Seriously.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

Damn. I wish I still had some iced tea.

Damn. I wish I didn’t have to stop at Wal-Mart.

Damn. I wish I was your lover.

Just kidding.

Why is it so dark in here?

My head is really starting to hurt. I’m pretty sure Wal-Mart is not going to help with that.

C-Span2 needs an Instagram account.

Damn, I love a Rand Paul filibuster.

I did not even know that that was my problem until I read that thing. Damn.

I cannot remember the last time I felt this disorganized. It’s making me nutty.

I really really really love this skirt.

I got a lotta Damn in me today. Apparently.


Perspicacious. I like that word.

Well we can obviously grow delicious asparagus in our yard. Maybe we should become asparagus farmers.


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Stormageddon had to get in on Random. So there you go.


Of course now he won’t stop …

I’m cold. And also tired. Very very tired.

Just take your damn hat off.

Well. You got yourself a new photographer. Ok then.

I remember. I remember. Didn’t we go to the zoo that day? All my crayons melted in the back window inside my bag. That was a brand new box of crayons. I was so sad. But the melted wax was awful neat. I didn’t know that would happen. I didn’t know.

I remember.

I’m pretty sure that’s a girl bike.

But it’s a jungle out there.

Random Wednesday

i just wanna be the center of your world, babyI’m really bad at this posting anything other than Random thing.

I’ve always had a fondness for Sally Mann. I never understood the criticism of her photos of her children.

Oooh! I am intrigued!

Listen. Don’t tell my boyfriend, Paul Westerberg, but I think the National might have just about edged out the Replacements as my all time favorite band ever.

I’m terrifying.

I don’t want anybody else. I don’t want anybody else.

Um. How did I not know that my boyfriend Paul Westerberg got divorced last year? Paul? What is that about? Call me.

Aw man. So many tears.

Does it bother anyone else that there is an apostrophe in the Gogo’s?

It’s a picture of shoes with the words “shop bags” written across it. OK then.

whatever whatever

Well. Apparently ONE is the number of books I can cram into my week between semesters.

I like pizza, Steve.

“Oh my God!”
“Priscilla Presley’s face!”
“She’s had some work done, Jen. … By the same guy that did the Joker.”

What is it with these people and their crushed ice?


I feel like I should have read Less Than Zero at some point in my life.

What!? Hells yeah!

“You know I love a good crime show, and I can’t concentrate on political theory if you’re going to binge watch Unsolved Mysteries.”

Feelz before Realz, yo.

27% Unconscionable is a word I heard in reference. I think that’s entirely accurate. 27% is absurd.

Why does it smell like an old, damp dishrag in here??

Phrases are great for passwords but I keep mixing up my phrases.

I don’t think I have had enough protein today.

I think someone needs this knitted for them. But not in that yarn.

“the interest of freedom is a virgin, that everyone seeks to deflower.”

Seth is HIGH

Seriously, why do people continue to use Craigslist?

I am very much looking forward to this one. Guillermo Del Toro is one of the very few filmmakers today who can truly weird me the hell out.

“Do you want a rice cake?”
“I don’t know. Do you want a punch in the throat?”


It’s supposed to warm back up tomorrow. I’ll be able to wear a skirt. yay! Although I do like these pants. They’re so comfy.

ARGh. These arrow post it thingies are useless. They are not sticking. I’m going to be forced to use highlighters. I never use highlighters.

Wow, Red. You’re on a roll today.

everything is creepin’ in and i’ve been sailing so long i’ve become the shore and don’t you know don’t you know don’t you know

Um. AK47 grenades. Guys. That’s a satire site. Calm down.

I could go on at length about how much I loathe jury duty. But I won’t, because this is probably more entertaining.

I did read American Psycho, though. Before there was a movie even. So there’s that.

Aw neat! I am so not that momma one. With the academics.

didn’t anybody tell you?

I’m still pretty sure I need a Guns ‘n’ Roses tee shirt.

Dammit! My button popped off my pants! The only thing holding these puppies up is the sheer force of my will.

Why don’t people just farm Morels?

I did not realize today was the anniversary.

There is just no end to the ridiculous.

Am I still here?

Sheesh. I’ve sent about twelvety questions out to various people via the interwebs and no one is responding. I am invisible and weightless.

There will be a test!

I have no idea what I did with that schedule. I have no idea who is working in the morning. I have no idea what’s going on!

I’m so ready for sleep.

Ooooooh! I get to test knit Annie’s new shawl design! Yay!!!

This made me el oh el.

Random Wednesday

wm votedI would like to stab whoever is responsible for my waking up with frigging Peace Train stuck in my head right in the eye.

I’m pretty sure there was a better way to structure that sentence.

Hell’s bells. How is Kurt Loder 70???

Your phone is Catholic?

after all of these years

He’s like the Jim Jones of Facebook, without the charisma and Powers Boothe good looks.

Yes, but I was pretty proud of my little narrative up there. So. There’s that, I guess.

What? I drink tea. I enjoy tea. It’s not my raison d’etre.

ecks o ecks o ecks o ECKS O

Why would you do this to yourself?

Your phone is a Democrat.

I see absolutely no point in my attending that meeting.

This song reminds me of the good parts of the 90s for me. Mostly it was a near decade of one bad choice after another – bad friends, bad boyfriend, bad college decisions, bad job decisions, bad fashion choices, bad bad bad. But here and there were some good things.

This new persona is going to chafe.

I don’t come to work so I can listen to you clear your throat all day.

It’s resignation. One hundred percent resignation. How depressing.

Guess Snyder’s going to have to carry around his chunks of infrastructure a while longer. Good for the biceps or something, right?

What? That was not a snicker.

mmmm Snickers mmmmmmm

I’m wearing thong sandals. How can I have something in my shoe??

Yeah, I don’t really have a “summer look”.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me very much. I don’t think that’s an issue for me.

The first time I ever heard this song was on Witchblade. The hot musician guy was “performing” it. I was hooked.

I liked that show. Witchblade. I’d like to watch that again. I still have some of the comics.

I think I’m hungry.

I’m definitely hungry. I wish I could go out for lunch. I don’t want to sit here in this soul sucking pit of misery.

For my Texas peeples.

“Hooray for us!” lunch. Yeah. Hooray for you.

Holy wow. Ann Jillian.

It’s too nice outside for me to be trapped in here. I say this knowing full well if I weren’t here, I’d just go home and be in my house.

“I would like to not be interrupted in the bathroom to be asked what I want on my baked potato.”
“I would also like that. In case that might happen in my future.”

I still can’t believe that Kurt Loder is 70. How is that even possible?

This has to be my all time favorite Grant Lee Buffalo, though.

Suppressing my personality is taking a toll. I’ll adjust.

Can we just cancel this meeting? Aren’t you hiring someone this summer whose job it will be to handle precisely what this meeting is about? Can’t we just wait til that happens and hand it all over to him/her?

I don’t know what to tell you. I am not an event planner. And suppressing my personality is one thing. Pretending to be an event planner is entirely other.


UGH. Stupid CMS. Why isn’t this working?

I generally remind the world, or at least the portion that glances in my direction from time to time, to read Harrison Bergeron at least once a year. Today Reason is doing it for me. And rightly so.

I feel like most of the people on this campus have never read Harrison Bergeron.

Tiny, goat chewed Kurt Vonnegut is nodding at me in approval.

It’s possible this is a migraine inching its way up my neck and into my skull and sending little tendrils of creepy doom around and into my brain and latching onto the inside of my forehead with its thousands of tiny alien sucker claw grabby hands of hellish hellness.

Honestly, how does my desk get this dusty?

I’ve always liked the word “scofflaw”. If you say it fast it’s sort of like skaflaw. Skaflewie. It’s a neat sound anyway.


I guess I’m not really looking for inspiration lately.  I am, however, looking for someone to tell me what to do with the rest of my life, because I sure as hell haven’t been able to figure it out.

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Taking an Australian job quiz is probably not going to offer me a solution to my problem.

I do love post cards.

I need a nap.

Now I’m thinking about how dusty my house must be and how it’s so much easier to ignore that dust.

I’m a disaster.

Hold your balls until the end.

But. But. Some animals are more equal than others!

I really wanted that skirt I saw at Meijer. But I did not spend the money.

Why does this stupid macbook keep trying to go to sleep on me?

I just remembered Miss W’s Thomas the Tank Engine tent.

I was just reminded of one of my favorite jokes.

No one cares, Miley Cyrus. No one cares.

I want to try this scent out.

I love Kitty.

A fancy journal is not a gift I will ever use.

Oh man. Tears.

I keep saying ragon wide. And when I try to say it correctly it comes out ragon wide.

I wonder how they decide who gets to sing

I don’t know. It’s less “loneliness” that I’m getting and more “ax murderer.” Although I suppose ax murderers are, by their nature, a lonely sort.

Gah. Now my keyboard cover is covered in slobberishness.

It is really weird typing without a keyboard cover on this thing.

Aw man. We’re out of iced tea.

thursday soundtrack on friday – i can’t see the sense in your leaving

somewhere in georgia wm
jackie and wilson – hozier
weakest shade of blue – pernice brothers
dream attack – new order
far from any road – the handsome family
turn to stone – electric light orchestra
take me to church – hozier
walk of shame – nikki lane
smile – weezer
one foot in the grave – pernice brothers
strange things will happen – the radio dept.
do for me – the peach kings
dangerous – big data
i don’t recall – lavender diamond
silver coin – angus and julia stone
rolling with the punches – the blue stones
crazy faith – alison krauss and union station
silver lining – rilo kiley

Random Wednesday

wm_IMG_3526Final exam number one in T minus five hours and 26 minutes …

I will be so glad to close the door on this semester, let me tell you.

“That was a lot less painless than I thought it was gonna be.”

a large brilliant meteor

Yep. Gotta see it.

No it isn’t. It’s not epic. It’s no where near epic. You don’t even know what that word means.

Yes. That might work. If Alton Brown were to come to my house and make all my meals for me. Sure.

I still wouldn’t eat fish though.

Huh. Because that’s the first place I thought to look.


It’s funny, because I haven’t seen a single conservative say one bad thing about Jenner or his transition. I have, however, seen all kinds of liberals bashing him for being a Republican.

A cute little harbinger of doom. Not unlike you, Agnes.

“You are a very sincere and honest human being. You’re very much inline with your values, and you always try to be a better person for yourself and for others. As a person with integrity, you are principled and you keep it real like no other. You don’t just talk the talk, you actually walk the walk every single day.” Well. I’d say that’s probably very true.

You know I don’t have any love for FLOTUS, but I thought her hair looked good at that ridiculous dinner.

I was Googling proofreading jobs. Trying to find a way I can basically get a second job when I don’t have any time in my day for a second job. I found this ad. I feel like my application should be correcting all the errors in the ad.

I just discovered a little hole in the elbow of my hand me down gray cashmere cardigan. And honestly? It was all I could do not to cry.

Huh. I think it’s weird that you look like a mom blogger when the last I heard you were still living with your mother.

You’re welcome.

OK, it’s only in the 50s in the Mitten right now. We do not need the air conditioning on. Come. On.

“Well. He DOES use a camera to take pictures of things.”

Well that is the last time I steal a snack bag of Doritos from the event box. Talk about stale. Gah. How disappointing. I have bad breath for nothing.

Herds of gender studies majors wandering the streets, just like when New York shut down its mental hospitals.”

I need this shirt because #Truth

I have resolved to never bring donuts to this place again.

Oh yeah. You’re a real peach, honey.

Everyone Counts! Except you. You shut up.

I’m not making any more suggestions. They have no interest in my suggestions. My suggestions are outside the realm of their  agenda.

My note taking hand writing is so bad. I keep reading “veto power” as “verb power.” Which, I suppose, would also be accurate.

And see there? I read that “line item veto” as “line item reb.” Make of it what you will.

There. One final down. One to go. Then one whole week of freedom. How many books do you think I can cram into a week?

Yeah, I just can’t even with the rest of this day. Maybe I should just leave early.

I’m kind of dreading learning what my new job title, description, and pay will be. Because I’m quite certain that I will not be happy.

I looked at the voluntary self evaluation form. It’s dumb. I’m not doing it. Also these evaluations are meaningless.

now i know what dire means

Little demon.

This photo? It’s been favorited 152 times. And I don’t even know how many treasuries it’s featured in. And not one. single. person has ever. EVER. purchased a print of it. I dunno. I just think that’s weird. Don’t you think that’s weird?

I need a kind and beautiful human to show up at my cubicle door with a grande iced cafe au lait.

I need hair help.  Why can’t I dye my hair to look like this? Then when the gray grows out, it’ll be totally less noticeable.

I’m torn. I don’t know if I should start calling Stormageddon “Crash” or “Lumpy”. “Crash Lumpy” maybe.

Don’t ask me to review things if you don’t want to make corrections to them.

Sometimes the universe is good.

Ugh. Can I have a t-shirt that says “Anti-Feminist”? Maybe that should be my next Teespring campaign …

Yeah. I should probably be studying right now.

Sorry, but firing that guy over that tweet is pathetic and ridiculous. What kind of country has this become? I’m starting to feel ashamed to even be on this planet.

Dammit! I need to take Monday off. I need to go to Grand Rapids. How can I get out of these meetings?

These are quite nice.

I wanna go see Rand Paul! The last time I shook a candidate’s hand, he was elected president.

Another fine product from –

Great. Now I have Huey Lewis stuck in my head.

Well damn. Guess that idea is a scratch.

so much for monkeys

I don’t need feminism if this is what it has become …

wm futureI just this morning finished reading The Morning After: Sex, Fear, and Feminism, by Katie Roiphe. Some of what follows here is the review I posted on Goodreads. Goodreads lets you link your activity to Facebook, and I would very much have liked to do that in this instance. But working, as I do, at a university, particularly in the college that has hosted the women I mention below, I find myself in the unenviable position of having to censor myself daily.

I came across Roiphe’s book excerpted in an article, which I can no longer recall. Something in Reason, maybe? That seems likely. First published in 1994, it was referenced in response to the recent barrage of reporting on campus rape, and the backlash of what have turned out to be numerous false accusations and outright fabrications, all in the name of “shedding light” on the campus rape epidemic. An epidemic, one could, and should, reasonably argue, is in the imaginations of the new feminists. The problems with perpetuating this mythical epidemic, lie not only in the way in which studies are conducted on the alleged instances, but on the very definitions of rape and sexual assualt. Roiphe addresses these issues, among others, in her book.

Roiphe’s biting analysis of the feminist mindset could just as easily have been written today as 20 years ago, from the persistence of the so-called “rape culture” to the very statistics being paraded around as “evidence” of a sexual assault “epidemic”. Working on a university campus, I can attest to the perpetuation of this clinging to victimhood, only now it has been ingrained in young women from birth by their mothers, the young women at Roiphe’s Take Back the Night rallies and Sports Illustrated protests.

The new feminists are determined to not only be treated as equals to men, but demand to be elevated to a higher status, a status that is somehow more delicate and sacred than men. Women want it both ways and decry the patriarchy when they are denied. Women today bemoan the alleged war on women while single mindedly waging a war on men. The self inflicted dichotomy of the victimized feminist is tragic, disappointing, and off putting. This is not the feminism I was raised to believe in. My brand of feminism – the ideal that I can do whatever I want so long as I have determination and a work ethic – is now considered the “wrong” feminism.

My outlook on the world is branded as anti-feminist. The message I get every single day, is that unless I toe the new feminist line, I am not a real woman; I am self hating; I am delusional; I am unable to think for myself (by which it is meant that I should let the new feminists think for me); I am brainwashed; I am oppressed by the patriarchy.

Camille Paglia put it best, I think, when she said “Feminism is dead. The movement is absolutely dead. The women’s movement tried to suppress dissident voices for way too long. There’s no room for dissent. Feminist ideology is like a new religion for a lot of neurotic women. You can’t talk to them about anything.”

I wish this book was required reading at our university, particularly in a time when we are bringing women – Anita Hill, Soraya Chemaly, etc. – to our campus to speak to our young women on these very topics, (from a decidedly and determinedly one sided ideological position.) The new feminists are right. I am oppressed. But they are my oppressors.

Time flies, even for Tiny Time Lords

wm2959 April 2014 wm701 April 2015
Happy Happy Happy Birthday, Beautiful Boy. We love you so.

Random Wednesday

wm2671Sheesh. In all the years I have worked at this university, I choose the 37 degree, blustery, snowy late April today to forget my ID and have to wait on public safety to come let me into my building and office. I have too much on this plate right now.

I dreamt I was talking to these two women who kept calling Indiana, Indian Anna. Indian Anna. Indiana will forever be Indian Anna to me now.

Yep. All of this.

Aw! This made me get a little teary.

“Irregular Warfare” would be a good book title. Or band name.

Ha! “Make up your mind bowl!” Anthropologie is ridiculous. Straight up.

“I shot for the moon and my arrow went straight down to hell. But at least I tried!”

I think the internet is tired of me. I’m tired of me.

Nice piece from Reason on Sabo.

I dunno, Miss W. I think I’ve reached that stage of parenting where I just don’t get your music.

Wait. What? I didn’t leave it at home. It’s sitting here on my damn desk. Such a dumb ass. Plate. Overfloweth.

Wow. I do not even know how to respond to this nonsense.

I thought that said “organic casino.”

I wake up in the morning and think “I’m going to be positive about this day and not complain and just be me minus complaining and smile and be polite and just push through this day.” And the universe laughs and laughs and laughs and sucker punches me and then kicks me in the teeth. And I think “How is it any wonder that I am not a positive person? Look. Look at all. This. Shit.”

Office phrases that need to be summarily executed: redacted in case of Google

I don’t even know. It was there when I woke up.

I’ll take Tawny Kitean’s hair though. Although really, I’d prefer Mary Louise Parker’s hair. If I have a choice.

OFFS. Now. I will tell you that my life would be exponentially easier if I were an extrovert. That is a simple fact. But I don’t go around whining about it. I deal with it. I put my fake “greeting the public” smile on my face. I add ridiculous exclamation points to professional emails that should never ever need exclamation points to over compensate because otherwise I’m accused of being curt. But social privilege? Get out of my introvert club, ya jackasses.

Also? Most of the things on that list are total BS. I mean TOTAL. Take your victimhood drama elsewhere, bitches.

Have I not given you that advice? he asked. Of course you have, of course.

People just make me tired and sad. That wouldn’t happen if I weren’t a closet optimist.

I’m totally OK living a life of tea stained counter tops and hand me downs.

Yeah, I’ve been conflicted about Rand periodically. But. I’m still thinking he’s the way to go. Now I just need a t shirt … Someone tell him to send me one, I’ll be his rep on this ridiculous campus.

Well that wasn’t helpful at all.

I know I’m forgetting something. I know it. Like everything about the budget process, but not that.

Yep. If I yell at you about your trigger finger, don’t take it personally. Just listen.

Don’t look up to me, I’m drowning.

I feel ya, Stormageddon.

Stupid useless Canadian quarter!

“We would call ourselves the Resistance.”

Um. Yeah. Calling myself was not at all what I meant to do.

I am tempted but no. I think I’m going to need to do absolutely nothing at all that day.

I really should not have eaten that cookie.

Now I need a therapy cupcake.

Terrycloth and terry cloth are both correct.

Stop. Snowing.

Ugh. I hate telling the students I’m not hiring that I’m not hiring them. It makes me sad.

My People Who Need Shawls Knitted For Them list is growing.

Shut up, stomach. You’re not hungry.

But for now, I have to unknit this row. Woe.

Random Wednesday – Citrus Edition

What’s the fun in self knitting needles?

A video posted by @jentober on

I do not know what the hell is wrong with my eye, but I’d really like it to fix itself right freaking now.

Florida. I don’t know about you.

“Dear Jennifer, Happy Birthday?”

“I thought you said ‘I’m up to a stick with this day’, and I thought, ‘Well, that’s a weird thing to say.'”

I think if I were them, it would be years before I performed this song again. I love the set list. This is also one of my all time favorite the National songs.

I think that Rolling Stone interview with Francis Bean was pretty disappointing. Of course, it was Rolling Stone so …

Oh my GOD. I completely forgot about Brian Jonestown Massacre. There’s one album that completely killed me, and now I don’t even remember which one it was.

Gah. Fuggit.

Protein. protein protein protein protein protein. Protein.

I really should have gotten more knitting done by now. I can’t even get a text book chapter finished. I frustrate myself so much.

I should have brought a sun hat. Of course I forgot my toothbrush, so how I’d remember a sun hat is beyond me.

How does one spot on one side of my neck get sun burn??

Disaster. Complete and total disaster.

That was a nice walk, but Good Lord, this place is hot.

I don’t know. This is a pretty lame Random.

I’m never going to catch up on all this reading for class. I’m going to bomb both of my finals. And then I will cry.

I utterly forgot what day it was for several hours.

There is nothing quite as disgusting as a peanut butter sandwich square that’s been chewed on and spit out by a toddler. Revolt-o-rama.

I think I am going to have to take something for this headache.

I am an asshole more often than I’d like to be. Certainly more often than I realize.

Burn the witch indeed.


I probably ought to go find out what that baby is doing …

Oh man. I’m so bad with people. Extra bad with new people.

I just.

I think it’ll be cold when we get home. It’ll be a shock. And I won’t have Florida Hair any more.

Whoo boy. That is some kinda stink.

He’s out there getting filthy again, I can tell.

I don’t know. This will be the 4th Laylow shawl in a row. But it’s such a great gift shawl. And I don’t have to think about it too carefully while I knit it. After this semester is over I’m going to test out my design idea.

I’m really loving this Lion Brand Heartland too. It’s so soft. It makes such a nice fabric. I’m enjoying exploring different color combinations too. You know. Beyond black and gray.

Maybe a spider bit me. Maybe it was radioactive. I don’t wanna be Spider-Girl. Woman. Whatever.

Why is Spider-Man hyphenated?

I don’t know why y’all are so outraged about Tim McGraw. He’s never kept his anti gunner ideals a secret.

I have to keep reminding myself.

Hey! Interest groups! Good times!

I think someone needs to give in to the tired and sleeeeeeeeep.

No, it isn’t me.

Although …

I just realized I haven’t had a single orange since I’ve been here. Seems like that’s the kind of thing one ought to do.

I’ve never been to Chipotle. You can tip there? I thought they were like Qdoba. You don’t tip at Qdoba. It’s basically fast food. What a stupid thing to be upset about.

owowowowowowowowow ow. ow. Dammit. OW. Also ew.

I hope I didn’t just make that worse. I guess we’ll find out.

I’m not the best person for this job.

Random Wednesday

wm2987I am totally unprepared for this trip.

If you want to do some crowdfunding for a project or trip or some cause near and dear to your black little heart, more power to you. But make a public post on your page, don’t private message me with your grammatically appalling plea for cash. It’s annoying, and a good way to get yourself unfriended.

Why does it smell like bologna in here?

The word “so” is replacing the word “like” in annoying verbal whatdoyoucallems.

Yes, I would say this is an accurate description of me.

Apparently being a sarcastibitch is a prerequisite for working at the Secretary of State’s office.

I have to make knitting plans for this trip. I’m feeling panicky.

Wait. Mad Men is still on?

“Jen, you look like a really cute forest today.”

Nipple piercings are scandalous? What is this, 1990?

I have to stop looking at the Jane emails. There’s too much stuff that I want and can’t buy right now.

I don’t even know what that means.

What an unbelievably busy week.

Like they wouldn’t find him guilty on all counts.

Man. Wednesday rolls around every week, and every week when it does I think, man. I really need to shave my legs.

I wish I had some chips and salsa right now. That sounds good.

I don’t know why, but this made me kind of sad.

“They thought all along that they could call me a libertarian and hang that label around my neck like an albatross,” Rand Paul said in 2010 during his Republican primary campaign for U.S. Senate, “but I’m not a libertarian.”

“Way I remember it, albatross was a ship’s good luck, ’til some idiot killed it. ” ~Captain Malcolm Reynolds

Sweet dreams, then.

If not now …

I haven’t had time to read this yet, but I want to. So there it is.

I do not have enough time.

You’re just a giant disappointment, chiquita.

you know it, baby

OK, so not getting any homework done tonight either.

I wish more than a lot of things that I could read in the car without getting horribly sick.

I have too much to do.

It’s a good shirt. I can’t believe it didn’t sell.

70 and thunderstorms. Hard to dress for that when you have to walk across campus and back twice. Better figure that out, I guess.

Oh! Oh oh oh! I have an idea for a shawl design! Yeaaah.

I don’t even understand how those women can keep their houses so clean. It’s astonishing.

Oh now it’s supposed to be severe weather. This should be fun. Maybe I’ll rethink those shoes.

I’m throwing my hands up along with the towel, which is in. Throw down. Throw up. Throw it.

“I just realized something horrible. I ate the last waffles today! Noooooooooooooooooo! Mom, when you go to work, can you pick up some waffles?”

I need sleep. Like days and days of sleep. Sleeeeeep.

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