I think it would be cool if people just randomly sent me books for no reason sometimes.Â Just a sort of a “Hey, Jen.Â This book needed to come to you,” kind of deal.Â “Thought you’d enjoy this.”Â Or “Perhaps you should learn something, you half wit,” maybe.Â I dunno.
The door they fixed is now broken.Â Great.
“I hate doors. I’ve always had trouble with doors, as far back as I can remember.”
wherever it is, it ain’t here
They’re an endangered species.
It’s a fucking goat rodeo.
I am disenchanted.
Yes.Â This day officially sucks.
Maybe you be me for a while and
What’s with all the makeup?
She’s the only one you never take pictures of.Â She’s the only one you consistently leave out.
I wonder what she’s eating.
I don’t even know why I’m here right now.
I’m so tired.Â So very very tired.
I’m almost entirely off Diet Coke.Â I have mixed feelings about what that might mean.
The Mister bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Hunter S. Thompson.
I used to have a friend who invited HST to both of her weddings.Â He did not accept.
My life, in comparison, has been shockingly wholesome.
Back to school tomorrow.Â Whee.
Go, Go, Toddzilla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really don’t think I need a chakra cookbook, thank you.
I just put the phone down 5 minutes ago and already I don’t remember where it is.
It’s just a business card.Â It’s not a company car.
I wish it would rain.
Suits my mood.
Actually, this one.
It’s interesting to me how I associate certain events in my life with what I was reading at the time.Â I was reading The Great Shark Hunt when the Mister was in the hospital with his brain tumor removal recovery.Â That was a weird weekend.Â When I was in Mexico I was reading No One Here Gets Out Alive.Â Norway was Keeping Faith.Â The only thing I could read when I was pregnant was Smoke and Mirrors.
Some people have songs.Â I have those too.Â But mostly I have books.
I dunno.Â Buy the ticket, take the ride.Â The end.