I went on a daydream visit to Disneyland's Package creator, the price for a hotel + three days in the park (I couldn't do it in one day when I was thin, no way am I trying that now) is over $500, adding in airfare, it could well be over 1,000 (and none of that is including the ticket to Mickey's Halloween Party ( Read more... )

I just had the actual thought that "I don't have enough food to waste eating."

...wtf brain?! Food is MEANT to be eaten, even if we have a low amount.

You have someone to call when you get a shard of glass in your foot and are bleeding everywhere. Though I wish he'd become a Parametic or something so he can give lidocaine before yanking sharp shit out with forceps (OWWWW, my poor ickle foot still hurts ( Read more... )

I'm still finding soda cans from December/January...with liquid in it. Grosssssss ( Read more... )

I suddenly want a hamster named Jack-Jack...no idea why.

That said, I took some new pictures, some animals, some nature, and some of my poor totaled PT Cruiser.

( PT Cruiser )

and the christmas gifts I get the most use from?

Pots/Pans - from Chris
Amazon Kindle - from Chris
Xbox - from Chris

...have I mentioned lately I love my sister?

She's my ickle Squishy Kissy! *giggles*

(Note it says 'with', as I was the only one out there besides the animals...the Grill is a great conversationalist ( Read more... )

So, for a Super Secret Project I can't tell anyone about, mum and I needed boxes. Lost of boxes. Lots of boxes with assorted sizes ( Read more... )

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I was watching that new baby panda and the cries reminded me of birthing kittens, you always know where they are because they’re so freaking loud (not fun when the kittens are in your room and you’re trying to sleep).

In other news, mum is trying to track down a police ( Read more... )

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Apparently, I am no longer as young and agile as I once was and am not allowed to do the butterfly stroke with only my arms anymore…ow, ow, ow. But I know the pain means I did something good by moving my muscles.

Though, it also means I’m not getting as much work done for ( Read more... )