Oh wait, no. I do know. I wish I could make an eyeroll face here. Cos he’s kind of wacko.
Oooooh! And the first book looks really good, too.
Wow, you’re really set on that one, aren’t you? Sheesh.
Every single person who has said anything about resolutions has said “I don’t do resolutions, but I love the idea of intentions, so I’m doing intentions.” Just seems like basically you’re giving yourself an excuse to fail from the start. No?
You know, it’s funny, because I had intended to be not bitchy today. And already I have failed. See above.
I have no intentions. I have no resolutions. I do have a strong hankering for some caffeine.
Huh. I don’t remember City Tweed being that spendy. Oh that’s City Tweed Aran. Never mind.
I don’t know why I’m looking. The last thing I need right now is more yarn.
Um. Proprietary means something very different than propriety, lady.
Me: I’m not going to spend any money!
Universe: Midnight deer print swing dress. With pocketses.
There are about eleventy dresses on that site that I want. And all so reasonably priced! Dammit!
I was thinking about taking a class. For about 5 minutes. Then I came to my senses.
Oregonians whining about having to pump their own gas. I want to laugh, but I’m sort of baffled at the reaction.
When I was in high school we still had a few gas stations that had pump attendants. My friend Mike was one. Those stations charged extra for the service. I don’t remember when they all went by the wayside, but they were rare even then.
Wait. Easter is on April Fool’s Day this year? That’s so weird.
I could really use some lunch.
I don’t have much to say today.
Oh, that’s why it’s getting so cold in here. I turned the space heater off.
Actually, I could totally go for some bar nachos right now.
I did not win free boots for a year. Sadness.
I really need to read that book.
I really hope the DNR calls.
They probably won’t.
Seems like a thank you would have been appropriate. Dick.
I need to remember to put these postcards in the box.
We should not all work really hard to be outgoing, actually.
I don’t know who these Chip and Joanna people are, but whatever.
God I can’t stand Wil Wheaton.
I have so little energy these days, I can’t think of a single reason why I should waste any of it on you.
Well. Not YOU, chickens.
That doesn’t sound like something Socrates would say.
Never mind you, Mpix. You’re too spendy.
Seriously, how is it possible for my hair to look this bad?
I honestly can’t tell the difference.
are you there yet? are you there yet? are you there yet?
I wish I had some garden herb Triscuits.
Better than roasting I suppose.
Why is everything all “having a moment” all of a sudden? Where did that phrase come from?
What an odd meeting time.
What’s with all the plane crash documentaries lately?
beep boop. beep.