Friday is Veteran’s Day.Â Thank a vet, dammit.
Ring. Â Thing.
There may not.
I haven’t had a mix tape in a while. Â I could use one of those. Â CD. Â Whatever.
You are unable to whisper. Â So just bite your tongue.
This semester may kill me.
Let the devil in your home.
Leave an hour early on Friday? Â Ok. Â Of course I still have to work Saturday. Â Sigh.
Where are you?
If anyone on this earth needs this, it is me.
I am moving decidedly slower today.
Wow. Â That is a serious lot of money.
When you’re not.
I need some cowboy boots.
Heh. Â Oops.
I don’t know what that is, but it smells like My Little Pony just farted all over the room and it’s gross. Â Fake strawberry nastiness.
Celebrities. Â I’ll shoot them. Â They pay well.
Such a strange day. Â Windy and sunny but gloomy and chilly. Â Today is having an identity crisis.
Rage against that machine, there, baby.
Why do you hate otters?
la la la i can’t hear you la la
poke poke poke poke poke
Dammit. Â Babies. Â So cute and snuggly.
Straight cookies. Â What?