I hate painting.

I’m thinking of saving the ceilings for next year.

Painting acrobatics.  No wonder I’m sore.

Dunkin!

I need curtains.

Oooh!  It’s #AskObama day on the Twitters.  Mwah-ha-ha-ha.

I found a picture of you …

I think he’s just hungover.

Of course it was the wrong card.

Oh, what a mess!

I think we should just go.

Pale straw.

Jesus, I didn’t realize it was 30 days.

Aw!  Cutie little punkins.

This is taking so much longer than I anticipated.

Well.  Lunch and then reassembly.

How can you fight an iguana that’s invisible?

Cabbage!

What’s wrong with your eye, cupcake?

No, no, no.  The tabs are all out of order.  I don’t know where anything is!

Hooooooooooooooooot.

My kitchen is looking so nice!  Can someone please come and finish putting it back together for me?  Thanks ever so.

Tease.

This is the worst Random ever.  I’m just everywhere but here today.  My mind is entirely elsewhere.  My body is dealing with the typhoon that went through my house.

I don’t think my foot is supposed to twitch like that …

Babe.

I feel like I have to sneeze.  But I’m not sneezing.  I hate that.  It’s so unsatisfying.

My apologies.

It’s the Universe, you see.  It’s just so monumentally, spectacularly, obscenely unfair this week.  I have no adjectives giganomous enough for the enormity of the ass kicking I’m taking from the Universe right now.

There just isn’t enough time.  There’s never enough time.  It’s just not right.

Too much Diet Coke.

I’m tired!

I’m probably stinky.

Well.  I am jealous but being jealous doesn’t get me any where.  Just makes me feel bad.

I think I might actually, for the first time ever, be kind of sick of pizza.

Uh oh!  Look out chickens!

I melted the spatula.  I’ve never done that before.  Stupid wrong burner.

Miss W drives the tractor better than her 18 year old brother drives a car.

Too much pet hair!!!

Caffeine free?  What’s the point?

Ahhh shower.  Clean.  It’s heavenly.  Could still use a massage.

It’s so late!  Super mega late Random.

Well damn.

I haven’t touched that text book.  Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.

Now I want cupcakes.  Maybe I’ll make cupcakes tomorrow.  And touch the text book.  And not clean or paint or anything remotely strenuous.

Stupid Universe.

It’s the end of June already.  That’s just crazy.

I forgot to bring the duster thinger in.  Such a dusty desk.

Things so rarely go according to my plan.

Not good news.  Not good news.  But not unexpected.

I’m not very brave.

I need a laugh.

Automatic weapons?!?  How do I always miss that part of the party??

They’re being way too quiet.  It’s freaking me out at the same time that it’s kinda awesome.

This is heaven.

My throat is sore-ish.  Don’t be sore-ish, throat!!

I think I’d rather have dinner with Biden than Obama.  If I was forced to choose.  Because really, I’d rather have dinner with Ted Bundy than either of those two.  Zombie Ted Bundy.

TSA is completely out of control.

It’s the drainage, you see.

I tend to be matter of fact with others’ grief.  It is not because I am heartless.  I am the same with my own.

I need to choose colors.  That’s the hardest part.  I can never decide.

I want to go home and spend the rest of the day in the hammock, knitting and reading and napping.

I admit to a little glee at reading this.

You’ve forgotten everything about me.

You’re too far gone.

Can we please just all stop saying “just sayin’ …”?  Please?

I’m sorry for the melancholy.

Today is full of bad news and worse.

My ear buds just died.  And I hate this back up pair.  They make my head feel like I’m SCUBA diving and need to clear my ears.

It’s like pepper in milk.

It’s not like I ever really belonged among them anyway.  It’s not my tribe.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy jen.

I keep thinking today is Friday.  It’s really not Friday.

I need a break from this place.

My ear drum is itchy in that impossible to scratch sort of way that you can feel all the way down into your neck.

I will be very upset if I’m coming down with something.

Painting that kitchen is going to be quite the undertaking.  Maybe I can get rid of many things during the dismantle.

But not my beloved coffee mug collection!  I should hang those … or maybe some kind of fancy shelf.  The Mister would like to see them all go.

OK, I admit it.  I wish I had a smart phone.

Independence.

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Ooh, look!  Strawberries!!  No!  No!  Focus, damn you!

want want want want want

I like green grapes very much, thank you.

No, I said phonography, not p0rn0graphy.

So cold.

I don’t know if Mayor Carcetti was the right choice for Littlefinger.  I just have a really hard time with that one.  He sort of creeps me out.  I don’t know why.

Bread Broom Candle Coin

I’m not a hologram.  Honest.