I mean. Don’t you think?
I’m on a shutter drag kick. You know how I love my long exposures.
Is there something wrong with your typing fingers that is keeping you from responding to my email?
I don’t need your stupid rules.
Stop “forcing bots” to watch things. This is how we get Skynet.
Dear in the lord. That’s a new spam header.
I still love you, only slightly only slightly less, than I used to.
How did those kids get in that cave in the first place?
A stay at home bee mom. OK.
I’m absolutely positive I am not the right person for that job.
Well. That was the most unpopular three women shot in a while. Bummer.
I’m not even leaving for a month and I already have travel anxiety and packing anxiety. WTF. This is not how I pictured getting older.
I don’t think you really understand what that word means.
I want to do a swap box. I love swap boxes. I’d do fiber share, but those ladies spend way more money than I can afford on a swap.
Can’t see half the world all of the time. Doesn’t matter what kind of corrective lenses I’m wearing. Lately it’s getting very frustrating.
I don’t think it was necessary to do an Eventbrite deal for the meeting. It’s a little over the top. And the constant emails I now get from Eventbrite are not my favorite thing either.
I hope this doesn’t turn into some type of Sam and Diane thing. That would be annoying.
Why yes. I would like to be less wrong.
Why does she have two knitting needles jabbed through a crocheted afghan acting like she’s accomplishing something?
This is not how I pictured
I can promise you that I will never vote for anyone who has been endorsed by Jennifer Granholm.
I need a good granny square poncho. Pretty much the one J-Lo wore in The Cell. And I can’t find a single gorram picture of it.
HOW IS THAT NOT HELL
OMG I found part of it. I just can’t see the bottom. I don’t remember if it has fringe. It probably has fringe. I even love those colors.
Dammit. I’m gonna have to figure out how to crochet now. Can’t someone just make it for me?
Oh good. A two hour meeting. Yay.
This place is just bound and determined to go down in flames.
I somehow read that as “off to buy a planet.”
I don’t know. I think if you have to “learn” to love something, I’m not sure it’s the right thing for you.
Wow. 100% forgot that it is Wednesday and that I am working on this post.
Really. The ONLY donation we’ve received for this project was from me. Wow.
That is among the funnier things I’ve seen this week.
This migraine is just not going to let go. Fuck. Me.
A fake war. A fake romance. Sort of all the same thing in a sense.
I don’t know why I’m bothering. But I’m bothering. They’re just going to say no. For reasons that I will not understand.