wm7048Last Random of the year. Huh. I was actually thinking about taking the week off.

I don’t know. I think my fear is that if I did do a Gofundme, I’d fail to make my goal. And that would be weird and kind of sad and sort of embarrassing.

I love Phineas and Ferb as much as the next girl, but a person can only take so much.

That is some serious dedication to tie dye.

I really hate carpet.

The pattern is from my brainnnssssssssssssssssss.

Those are the biggest googly eyes I’ve ever had.

Yep. Chuck is still a good show.

mmmmmmAdamBaldwinmmmmmmmm

I’m behind on the photos. I have no motivation.

Yep. This is why I avoid fancy trendy restaurants.

So we’re moving on from Star Wars to Making a Murderer then?

I’m kinda getting sick of hearing about Star Wars, I have to tell you.

Here’s a 2016 wish: To stop hearing the phrase “the troubling X” coming out of the progressive camp. Stop being so TROUBLED by everything. Find a spine.

I tried to do that best nine on Instagram and something tried to virus my phone. So I gave up.

I love you, Dr. Pepper 10.

The bidet hasn’t caught on in the US because it’s weird. Also who has time for a bath every time you use the loo?

My dad has a bidet in his bathroom. It’s mostly used as a magazine rack.

You have weird teeth.

I am cold.

I really need to re-pot that aloe again.

This is a hopeless endeavor.

Damn. This class sounds like entirely too much work.

I don’t think you really want a waffle.

Tell me again how we need to shovel more money into our public school systems. This is absurd.

I should be working on my stupid thesis project. And I just. Don’t. Want. To.

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Oh wow, these kill me. I need a new camera and a plane ticket back to Norway.

“Western Attitudes towards DEATH” The all caps is like scare quotes or something. duh duh duuuuuuuuuhn

I should be reading that probably. Or something. Anything. I’m probably supposed to be reading something.

I should finish up this roll of film this week. I have no idea what’s even on it anymore. It’s been too long.

I’m probably going to need a new hip at some point. That is my self diagnosis.

“Why do you only see the skull? Does the body die somewhere else?”

I should get a new Macbook cover for this thing.

No, really, Dr. Pepper 10. I can’t buy you any more because you’re so delicious.

Ooooh! Hate Pizza for dinner!

This blog needs a new look.

I’m so meh about everything today. I don’t even know why.

I rather like these butter cookies. I should make shortbread this week.

Is that Billy Bob Thornton talking about Lemmy? Weird.

I need to take my contacts out probably.

I need to finish making this hot cocoa mix.

I need to soak in a tub full of scalding water with a tumbler full of scotch and a book.

It’s a mystique or something. I dunno.

It’s from the cake thing.

I have to hide my tea.

I wonder how I cut my finger. That is not a small cut. Well. It’s shallow. But it’s very long. And angry looking.

I don’t think I’m ever going to actually be a Macbook girl.

Hate Pizza was not the best ever this evening, I have to say.

I thought I typed elf diagnosis. It made me laugh.

I can’t decide on a knitting project to keep at work. I like having one project at work and one at home. Then I don’t have to transport crap back and forth. It takes longer to get things done, but I’m working two projects at the same time. So I get more done. So there. I like my system. I’m keeping it.

2:46 remaining on this battery. That’s handy information. ‘Tis.

Boring myself silly.