There's this stupid tiger cup I have from Barnum and Bailey Circus and the handle is the tiger's tail and I've had it since the beginning of time.

My brother and I fight over it. All the time. ALL THE TIME.

Me: It's my cup! I got it at the circus.
JR: Are you serious? It's mine! I love tigers. It's my cup! Had it since I was a baby.
Me: No, I've had ( Read more... )

I'm bored. And stuck in a cabin in the woods with nothing to do but watch CSI dvds. Which is entertaining up until the point you're reciting the lines with the characters. I am without my laptop which is scary for me, but nice in an evil sort of way. So with no writings to work on, no damn chemistry homework to do, and no phone to call the ( Read more... )