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gah, it may be rainy and cold out like winter, but my allergies will assure you that it's spring.
Stupid freaking sinuses. I would rather have a gigantic neck to hold up my head than have these stupid pockets of "oh, fill with snot, I thought you'd never ask!" lightening up my skull.
You'll just have to trust me that that sentence makes sense.
I'm looking forward to going out tomorrow night for beeporama and ancilla's ezlou debut.
I have nothing of import to say.
When I was about 7 years old (maybe younger, I can't remember), I believed in Casper. The friendly ghost. Yeah. It was pretty logical to me that he was real. Our house had ghosts, I knew that, accepted it, moved on, what about the cartoon ghost? Oh, he must be real, too. Anyway, one night I got up and got myself a glass of orange juice. I set what I didn't drink in the fridge on top of some aluminum foil covered dish (containing 1 of 2 things: meatloaf or lasagna. My mom only made two or three meals and we had them every week, the other nights we ordered in or ate out. She's now married to a man who loves to cook, so she never has to try anymore. Was this a factor in my parents divorce? Doubtful, but it's something to keep in mind.). I didn't give it any more thought until the next morning when it was discovered that the half-full glass of orange juice had ripped the aluminum foil and fallen over into whatever the food was. Everyone asked me if I had put the glass there, but, sensing danger, I improvised. I told them that Casper must have done it. It didn't occur to me at the time that they didn't believe that Casper was real. It seemed like a perfectly plausible explanation to me and they let me get away with it. All that time they knew I was lying.
Stupid freaking sinuses. I would rather have a gigantic neck to hold up my head than have these stupid pockets of "oh, fill with snot, I thought you'd never ask!" lightening up my skull.
You'll just have to trust me that that sentence makes sense.
I'm looking forward to going out tomorrow night for beeporama and ancilla's ezlou debut.
I have nothing of import to say.
When I was about 7 years old (maybe younger, I can't remember), I believed in Casper. The friendly ghost. Yeah. It was pretty logical to me that he was real. Our house had ghosts, I knew that, accepted it, moved on, what about the cartoon ghost? Oh, he must be real, too. Anyway, one night I got up and got myself a glass of orange juice. I set what I didn't drink in the fridge on top of some aluminum foil covered dish (containing 1 of 2 things: meatloaf or lasagna. My mom only made two or three meals and we had them every week, the other nights we ordered in or ate out. She's now married to a man who loves to cook, so she never has to try anymore. Was this a factor in my parents divorce? Doubtful, but it's something to keep in mind.). I didn't give it any more thought until the next morning when it was discovered that the half-full glass of orange juice had ripped the aluminum foil and fallen over into whatever the food was. Everyone asked me if I had put the glass there, but, sensing danger, I improvised. I told them that Casper must have done it. It didn't occur to me at the time that they didn't believe that Casper was real. It seemed like a perfectly plausible explanation to me and they let me get away with it. All that time they knew I was lying.