The following is the first line (or so) from the first journal entry of every month of last year.
Jan: "Well, I had the idea of being very productive during the January weeks of my winter break, but then DOOM happened."
Feb: "Ever wondered what to do if you're stuck in prison in the Philipines, with
situationgirl's record collection from 1986?"
Mar:
Situationgirl wrote the world’s greatest love story. ... afterward, Situationgirl became an ideal and disappeared.
'How will you be remembered in history books?' at
QuizGalaxy.com Apr: "Ack! Out of time to post, just know this:
empressjolie rocks, just 'cause."
May: "Sometimes my scent signals get crossed and I mistake coffee for ripe skunk."
Jun: "Here's why I've been gone so long:
Meet Jake and Elwood."
Jul: "First of all, the happy business: Happy (28th) birthday
empressjolie! (Wink wink.)"
Aug: "Having something so lovely and archaic as having grapevines growing on our deck makes me want to learn to make grape jelly."
Sep: "I stole this from
asarotte. And it was fun."
Oct: "I'm just tired and a little under the weather."
Nov: "Yeah. I didn't shower this morning."
Dec: "I've been extra super coordinated and graceful as of late, and the casualties have been two different dinner plates and my cell phone."
So, what did we learn? We learned that I love punctuation, specifically the colon. And
empressjolie, obviously. Also, that I'm a clutz with a defective sense of smell, which is probably why I don't shower.