And I still smell better than you.
This place makes my stomach hurt.
What? You don’t know how to spell Tiresias either.
If you look at it for a minute, her arms start to look like they don’t belong there.
I wonder how many times the phrase “a late afternoon torpor” has been used in literature.
I don’t really like that Adele song all that much. There, I said it.
“Two Kalamazoo area hospitals are on this list.” Um. There are only two hospitals in Kalamazoo …
It’s really not that big of a deal, dude. Relax.
Argh! What am I doing wrong? Why will these damn links not work?
I am so glad this semester is basically over. One more final. One more final. I can do it. Just one more final.
Ohhhh this just might be my very favorite Christmas song ever.
Do I really have to work right now? Can I just close my door and take a nap? Stretch out on the floor? Oh right. No. On account of I don’t have a bloody door.
Damn. Obama looks like hell.
The more I think about it, the more I think I should just become a welder.
These books can’t tell me how to be human.
I feel like I am being left out of quite a lot of communication lately.
I don’t even know how to say that word.
Happy Christmas to you.
I’m pretty sure I’m depressed.
Have I mentioned how much I hate swivel office chairs in meetings? Because I really hate swivel office chairs in meetings.
I hate crying at work. It’s probably the worst thing ever.
Denial of guilt as proof of guilt.
I’m taking a lunch break now, and you can’t stop me.
How did lyric videos become a thing? I think they’re kind of weird. But I don’t mind them.
I like this Aveeno lotion.
I finally came up with a name for my Macbook.
I just want someone to expl
I mean ha at your comment, not ha as in I am taking joy in someone’s misfortune.
You are Slayer! You shred faster than anyone else, and practically turned head-banging into an art form. It’s hard to keep with up you, but that’s just the way you like it.
Huh. OK then.
I find this very soothing.
Almost time for this damn final. Ugh.
That apple pie smells really good. I don’t think I can handle the sugar right now.
ack. done done done. only 4 classes to go til graduation.
Stormageddon vs the Poinsettias
Chickens don’t like lettuce, you fool.
I’m so glad this semester is over.
I feel like staying up past my bedtime. I have to keep reminding myself that I still have to work tomorrow.
Well that just defeats the purpose.
Defeats the porpoise.
Poor porpoise with no purpose.