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.