I should re-process that photo. Do something else with it.
I don’t feel like I belong there either.
Don’t much feel like I belong anywhere, to tell the truth.
Medium well with ketchup.
I was going to say if that stupid Chinese satellite takes out my little corner of the Mitten, remember I loved you in my own special misanthropic way. bawk bawk. But it didn’t land here, so. Let’s pretend this never happened.
Great. Now I want to watch Dawson’s Creek again.
Sorry I’m so boring. Go talk to someone else then.
This layout makes it incredibly difficult to run through something chronologically. I am diverting my energies elsewhere.
Don’t ask me to do something and then get irritated with me because you don’t like the way I do it.
Tangentially, don’t ask me to do something and then sit off to the side telling me how to do it or questioning my methods.
OH MY GOD STOP TALKING
Jesus Christ. How many times do I have to unsubscribe from your mailing list?
I’m so tired of having to leave my house and deal with fucking people and a job and STUPID.
Check out The Five on Netflix. Really really good.
I can’t just write a letter of support. I need a topic.
I never noticed those sunglasses in that picture before.
cover cover cover
Don’t flush flushable wipes. They’ll mess up yo pipes. ~ the plumber’s daughter
on the road again
Why do you enter the contests, Jennifer?
Aw. Someone was nice to me. Thanks someone.
I should never have gotten out of bed.
I don’t find any of these people attractive in the least.
These tissues changed color half-way through the box.
“Historical smoking.” Please.
I’ve been known to do some hysterical smoking.
“She had a personality and eyes.”
Oh look, it’s my new motto.
IT’S ALMOST MY BIRTHDAY.
I don’t know how I would even know that.
Yes. This. Exactly.
This is a deeply unsatisfying break.
It’s like my visual diary. If you don’t like it, go follow someone else.
Biggby does not toast their bagels nearly long enough.
I’m not sure they actually toasted this bagel at all, in fact.
Shouldn’t be eating a bagel anyway, really.
I am not your supervisor!
She’s like Rasputin. She will never be gone.
That seems a little misleading, if you ask me.
I need to repaint my nails.
I’m ready to admit that maybe like 7 people would miss me if I quit the internet. Maybe. Give or take an odd number resulting in an odd number.
I’m not threatening to leave. I really don’t have anything else to do. You all live so very far away.
It has to be an odd number.
I like this mug a lot.
used to let you wear all of my clothes
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Stranger Things is profoundly overrated.
chicken or beef?
unfrozen lunch time whee.
I AM NOT AN IT PERSON
Oh that sentence was almost perfect. Too bad for you.
Honestly, just do it already. I mean if Sean Penn can write that piece of shit, what is stopping you?
I think you mean limb from limb. Not from limb to limb.
I never really thought Louis CK was all that funny.
Maybe it’s the snow.
Posting on Vero is sort of like talking to myself.
I feel like I talk to myself a lot everywhere, now that I think about it.
At least no one can accuse him of behaving inappropriately.
I always expect someone to be hiding behind that door.
I may or may not have messaged Jared Padalecki this afternoon with the story about Stormageddon pretending to be Sam Winchester. Maybe. Who can say, really?
I suspect that particular meeting had something to do with my group.
I suppose that’s enough for today. I suppose.
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