cry into your christmas cake
I need a song for today. I’m at a loss.
Unknitting a single row in this Diadem fuzzy hell is bad enough, but FOUR? Just shoot me.
Well, Merry Christmas to me!
I don’t know what to eat for lunch today.
laugh laugh laugh
Crap. I have to redo the entire grading structure. And the syllabus. crap crap crap.
I just don’t think I want a Cadillac Fleetwood. I’m not 70.
OMG I Just remembered pajamajeans.
ho ho humbug
Oh come on. Who doesn’t love holding a sleeping baby? There is nothing in the world more zen than that.
I have been shockingly busy for a break week. Sheesh.
Your Random is suffering for it.
But. I’m the only one who hasn’t gone!
Filing false police reports, hoaxes, all done in some twisted effort to undermine the “right wing agenda” doesn’t do anything but make people more divided, and draw attention and time away from legitimate situations, which appear to be few and far between. Knock it the hell off.
Someone in the office is currently watching some kind of Dr. Seuss.
The obelisks are gone when you look away. Prepare. They, too, have teeth.
Dammit! Just tell me what it was!
Hilarious. And maybe a little disturbing.
That whole Pussyhat Project? Just no.
Yeah I don’t know.
I was trying to be funny.
I should not have eaten that brownie. No really. I feel like I’m made of lead now. I might have to do extra PiYo tonight.
Yeah, I couldn’t even type it without laughing. I can hear you from all the way over here.
“If literary volumes are scrubbed of language artifacts, if stained glass in old buildings displaying slavery is shattered, if dilapidated railroad tracks withering in the concentration camps are disassembled, there is no journey towards light because there is no reckoning with truth.”
I’m sorry that I do not share your opinion.
PiYo and Stormageddon are actually a dangerous combination.
Wow. That was weird.
Stormageddon took over. And published. So I guess we’re done now.