mississippi
It’s. Oh. Huh.
I don’t want to help you because you’re mean. But I’ll help you because I’m not.
Damn. I brought the wrong book.
No! No headache! No!
13 days.
Happy as a clam. Where does that come from? What makes clams so damn happy? And how would we even know if a clam was happy or sad or in the midst of a murderous rage? It’s a clam.
are you alone now?
so cold. so very cold.
Fight SOPA.
I do not want to work Saturday. I do not want to work next Saturday either.
How do I get on these mailing lists?
I wish I carried a camera …
I won’t say a word.
I like these “from where I stand” photos everyone is doing. I think they’re fun. Makes me want an iPod Touch even more so I could shoot some with those newfangled apps too. But not that hipster app, cos I still hate that one.
Probably if you spent less time talking and talking and talking you wouldn’t be so far behind. Hang up the phone.
Perhaps I was gone longer than I thought.
Quick! To the Post Office!
There’s a long list.
Spit face! What?
You have to keep moving!
Fight PIPA.
I’m excited about season 3. You should check this show out.
5 inches of snow is nothing. Silly westerners.
Crows are interesting creatures.
Sheesh. The heater gnomes are particularly angry today.
I would consider moving down south if it weren’t for the size of the bugs and the poison of the snakes and spiders.
So sneezy today!
I think they’re on to me.
Such a slacker.
My knee is hurty.
sweet suite
I don’t even know where to start.
And while you’re fighting SOPA/PIPA, fight for the repeal of the NDAA as well. The government won’t be satisfied until we’re all quiet slaves in a nightmarish, fascist reality.
but babe that doesn’t mean i’m gonna be a better man.
January always seems like it takes years to get through.
mmmmchaimmmm
Oh yes, now I see. That poor poor thing. However does she manage?
sorry, please continue
Enough with the one sided business. I’m moving on, thank you.
Oh, God. No begging.
I ran with dirty angels
Duck butter??? Man this place is weird.
I’m off for a celebratory meal. It will taste like victory. And possibly scotch.
It’s not spilt milk.
hey! my 5 inches is a totally BADASS 5 inches, so hush!
ewwwwwchaiewwwwww!
I used to live those blurry parts of Mississippi; one part in the top half and one part just below the middle.