There is an imperfection to solace that explains everything.

Jan 27, 2005 06:06

Made solace brownies for this one like I'd make brownies for anyone in her situation. Granted, if it were me, I'm not sure brownies would do it, but I know they'd help. So this is my trying to help.

I should be doing my Spanish homework right now. I really, supremely should because I adore (lie) Senora Marrero (not specialized "enya" for j00; makes the browser act funny) and she deserves it but.. yeah. Not happening. Meh. I should feel worse, but I don't. I've got Numa Numa and chocolate poptarts; am I not already complete?

This one needs to update more often, if only to add spice to my schoolfriends filter. However, I understand some thing prohibit him from twenty-four hour access internet, as well as the personal and emotional boundaries set up in his head. That is an invasion not even Napoleon should attempt.

Have I mentioned I feel legally blind right now?

I should have done laundry three days ago, but I haven't and I suffer. But with winter, I wear everything three times as quicker, because I layer it up, dog, and bleh since I don't have enough clothes that fit to begin with.

I haven't seen my dad in about a month. Maybe I should shoot for that this weekend.

Outtie.
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