Quick summary of events:
►Jasmine both heard me singing tonight and thought I was 18. She requested to see ID for proof of my age. {Why she thought I was 18 is because I bitched about how this 19-year-old kid who works with us can't form a decent response when I talk to him and that I didn't want to deal with boys who can't even legally drink.}
►People keep asking me why I'm so happy. Maybe it's because I figured out something new (that really shouldn't have taken me so long, wtf holy diver, self, why so lame?)
►Got my hair cut... Uhhh, too short, I think.
►My iPod showed me some sweet, sweet love when I put it on shuffle for a little bit tonight.
►I want to hold and help Harvey Minor rebuild. He was never in the way. He shouldn't swing from that tree or have ever wanted to do so.
Also,
this favorite ficlet post got rated as:
I write like
Chuck PalahniukI Write Like by Mémoires,
Mac journal software.
Analyze your writing! My first and most surprising
ficlet was rated as:
I write like
Margaret MitchellI Write Like by Mémoires,
Mac journal software.
Analyze your writing! And last, but not least, the one that
got me into the most "trouble" was rated as:
I write like
Ursula K. Le GuinI Write Like by Mémoires,
Mac journal software.
Analyze your writing! I'm kinda curious what "Home" reads like, lol...
edit-
It reads like Margaret Mitchell, too. ...♥