Man. The “needle in a stack of needles” metaphor is so played out. Come up with something else. Like … “a pine tree in a pine forest” or … I don’t know. Something. You’re writers. Figure it out.
I’ll be the first to admit I have too much crap. But living like this? No. What a cold, unwelcoming, box completely void of personality. No thank you.
The most misspelled word in the state of Michigan is pneumonia. How completely random. And also there are far harder words to spell.
I really need to learn how to make my own skirts. Damn.
I am clearly incapable of making any kind of decision at this moment.
Maybe I should delete everything from it except the #littlejustintimberlake photos.
I’m just not sure that anyone should bring the Animaniacs back.
Wow. No one thinks my typos are that entertaining. Well. Sometimes I do.
It is possible I might be a tad cranky.
I don’t need my picture in the local paper.
I think Kathy Griffin looked like a man in drag in that photo. Of course, now people are talking about her, which is exactly what she was after, I’m sure. To somehow be relevant.
That truck doesn’t even have Michigan plates on it.
I think you’re missing my point.
I haven’t seen any ghosts lately.
No, it’s OK. I don’t even care at all. Really.
I need a new tattoo.
But. It’s not complete. How can you send me an email telling me it’s complete when it is not at all complete?
It’s a rare day when I find myself agreeing with Conyers and Jackson Lee, but here we are.
I could sleep for 3 days. Probably.
I think everyone is missing my point, actually.
I don’t know. Hiddleston is too young for me. Probably.
Holy wow, I had no idea what time it was.
“Obliterate credit card debt with this credit card.”
It looked like construction was finished. Is it safe to assume that it is indeed finished? Is it safe to assume that if I drive home that way I won’t be stuck under the damn overpass for 25 minutes? IS IT???
Oh, I just noticed the owl cookie jar in Doug E’s kitchen thanks to that Kyle McLachlan post.
I don’t know. I was pretty chill about this growing my gray out, but I think I’ve lost my chill. It’s starting to bug me. I might succumb to the urge to dye. I may not be able to stop myself.
Dammit. I was not planning a trip to the grocery store. I was planning a trip to my tea kettle.