Maybe I should try finishing Lonesome Dove.
Best The National album – High Violet or Alligator? I can’t decide.
I would very much like to travel more.
Since that’s not likely to happen, I would very much like more post cards.
I need to finish up this film and send it in.
We have a copier doon. I repeat. We have a copier doon.
Theses just sounded too much like feces.
I’m just glad no one asked me to knit them a pussy hat. I would have had to not laugh as I found a polite way to say I love you, but fuck no.
I don’t know what I just added to my dictionary, but I did not mean to do it.
I do love me some C-Span.
I thought it said “The Existential A Line”. It didn’t even seem weird.
An awful lot of people who don’t have children are always chiming in about how BAD school choice is, or how BAD homeschooling is. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think your opinion means a damn thing.
I see many found their way around that particular clause and wore kitty hats I knitted them years ago. DAMMIT!
I already told you I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Why can’t you let it die? YOU DON’T HAVE CHILDREN.
I think Barron Trump is a cutie. I was dying when he was playing peekaboo with his baby nephew.
I also thought GWB was adorable and hilarious with his rain poncho. He looked like he was able to chuckle at himself as well.
The internet made me so exasperated all weekend, and it’s just continuing.
Trump hasn’t chosen a photographer yet? GWB’s photog was at the Inauguration. He had a funny story about getting in the wrong vehicle to go to the next venue.
I would actually love to buy that kit with that exact colorway and make that shawl. But I am not the kind of girl who just has $157 lying around waiting to be thrown out the window.
And now I want a Checker El Camino.
Wow. Facebook has truly become straight up insufferable. I mean it was bad before. But it’s just out of control now. I stick my head in there and just turn around and leave.
None o’ my bidness.
Captain America always seemed pretty libertarian to me.
Head. Ow. fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
I guess I’ll just have a turkey club thing.
I keep forgetting to take my vitamins. I’m terrible.
Who the hell are these people? I have absolutely no memory of these people. And my graduating class was tiny. Far too small for me to have no memory of these people.
Holy shit this week has flown. How is it Thursday?
Of course I thought it was Thursday on Tuesday. That sucked.
You know they’re trained to be friendly and courteous. They don’t actually like you.
And that, folks, is why you never schedule a fasting blood draw for the end of your day.
Happy 180th birthday, Michigan. You’re still the best state in the Union.
How do I have 122 messages in my junk folder? Sheesh.
Your lotion or whatever it is that you use to cover up the fact that you smoke, which you think no one knows, is 100% awful. A.W.F.U.L.
So. Much. Dumb.
Of course now that it’s Thursday, Thursday does not appear to be willing to flipping end.
Wait. Do staff get hats??
Apparently we do.
Oh I remember why I wanted that yarn conversion info. Meters to yards.
Hello, Fioricet, you lovely thing.
“The man. The myth. The moustache.” I thought they were talking about Tom Selleck, but they were talking about John Stossel. el oh el.
“Will liberals learn to love the 10th Amendment?” ha ha ha I would not be at all surprised.
Will there be donuts at this march?
Those black and whites are far too dark and muddy.
I love you, Reason Magazine.
I should be working on swatching for the Timber cardigan.
Oh my God I hope that’s true.
Whatever. I don’t need to teach your stupid class.
I never eat at Chili’s anyway.
Stop fondling my hamburger.
Sales of 1984 are suddenly up. Now that is hilarious.
I don’t know what to make of this show Bloodline, but I do like the instrumental soundtrack.
Crap. I’m going to have to order some size 9s and some size 10s.
OK. I need to . .. . …..