The letter “H” always seems impatient to me. Aych! Ayyych! cH cH cH!
I’m sorry, but I do not like that woman. I just don’t.
Why didn’t anyone tell me that tiny Cadbury Creme Eggs existed???
Wait. It’s probably a good thing they didn’t …
What the hell is a Harlem Shake?
This is why we can’t have nice things.
I keep telling you to read more Science Fiction. It’s prophetic. I’m totally serious.
I need to rip that whole sweater out and just start over.
No ear buds! Ack!
Remind me to order more brochure paper. And those two pocket folders. We need those too.
I don’t want to sit there.
I don’t even know how to pronounce that.
Oooh! I love word searches!
Don’t chase people with knives.
She speaks in sentence fragments and it is painful to try to follow.
I do not understand people.
Cute! I would totally wear that.
Yes, I am definitely going to rip out that sweater. And I’m not even going to re-knit it. I’m going to use the yarn on a different sweater. So there.
I don’t have a Craftmatic Adjustable Bed either.
And just like that – my mood is foul.
Cupcake! My students love me, even if no one else does.
Honestly. Can’t a girl get a day off???
Oh! Yes please! Please please please!
I have never heard the term daughterboard before.
a long time ago tomorrow morning
Oh. I need stamps. Damn.
I need a surprise in my mail box. And not the “it’s been blown up by some asshat with firecrackers” kind of surprise either.
It falls outside the matrix! We need to file a matrix exception request!
I’m almost done with the Night Circus. Honestly I was half way through before I really started to enjoy it. I’m not sure why I even kept reading it. It’s not as brilliant as what I was led to believe. But it doesn’t suck. I would recommend it based on the second half.
wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked
I like scalloped potatoes.
I really feel like irony is dead. I blame the hipsters.
I think I’d enjoy the NRA convention.
I think I’d enjoy a trip to Texas too … I wonder if I can jump on that van when it pulls out of the college parking lot.
Don’t call to solicit my blood, Red Cross. It’s just creepy.
I’m so tired of so many things.
Stop kicking me when I’m down.
I need to design a knitting pattern for a TARDIS baby blanket. No, it’s not for me.
My arms are toning up nicely, at least.
Perhaps I need to be clearer.
It’s the Queen’s tea, you see.
Two stamps. Exactly what I need. For now …
Argh! I’m almost out of my tea! Buy somethin’ from my store, kind stranger, so’s I can order more.
Now is the time on Sprockets when we remove the red buttons from the sweater we will soon unravel.
Now is the time on Sprockets when we realize that this room is really not terribly well lit.
I don’t know how
I am so ready for spring.
it’s a really fancy card and i like peacocks
Maybe some honey would have been good.
My eyes are crossing.
She loved more than you knew.