Do you, don't you want me to make you?
Oh my word. You'd think that I've been without the internet for months, but I don't think it's even been a week. I'm just glad to have my livejournal back. *hugs moniter*
"I'm addicted to this wonderful hour of cartoons on CBC. Not so much because of the cartoons, but mainly because the host is such a crazy fox. He has a big nose. And curly hair. *swoon* But there's a half hour of I think four or five little blips of cartoons, like, 5 minutes each. And then there's the Morgan Waters Show. Morgan Waters is also a fox. I need to stop falling in love with things from Canada. They're too far away. But anywho, Mondays through Thursdays on CBC at 4 pm. Watch it. Love it. Go.
Jax and Allegra's graduation parties were yesterday. Hooray! There was a big swan sitting on a pile of (what I'm optimistically presuming was) dirt in the water outside of Jax's backyard. It was very pretty, even though Dani, Paul and I were sure it was going to fly up and bite our faces off at an moment.
It's officially summer vacation. Thank. God. No more marching band (at least until July). I got a horrible sunburn the first day of pre-camp. I usually don't get trailer-y wife beater tan lines until at least the end of July, and now I got one before I even diped my toes in the blissful waters of no-tan-line-ness. God dammit.
I discovered how much I lvoe my dad's record collection. I had listened to a Jimi Hendrix album before, and I didn't really like it. But I listened to Are You Experianced and I'm in love. The song "Manic Depression" is, like, my anthem now.
I have to go on a nadventure with my brother to try and figure out where and what all the stores around our new house are. I wish I had someone to take along. Like you. But no. You're probably busy doing not-so-charitable things.
I think I need to stop loving people so much. It's getting in the way of my aspirations to become a lonely old maid. I mean, how can I devote my entire life to fruitless employment opportunities, campy knitting projects, and my numerous cats if I still have a heart? So I need some more bitterness. Or maybe enough love to make me not want to be a lonely old maid anymore. Either one would be nice, but sitting on the fence post between 'lonesome' and 'loved' isn't as fun as it sounds.
"I'm addicted to this wonderful hour of cartoons on CBC. Not so much because of the cartoons, but mainly because the host is such a crazy fox. He has a big nose. And curly hair. *swoon* But there's a half hour of I think four or five little blips of cartoons, like, 5 minutes each. And then there's the Morgan Waters Show. Morgan Waters is also a fox. I need to stop falling in love with things from Canada. They're too far away. But anywho, Mondays through Thursdays on CBC at 4 pm. Watch it. Love it. Go.
Jax and Allegra's graduation parties were yesterday. Hooray! There was a big swan sitting on a pile of (what I'm optimistically presuming was) dirt in the water outside of Jax's backyard. It was very pretty, even though Dani, Paul and I were sure it was going to fly up and bite our faces off at an moment.
It's officially summer vacation. Thank. God. No more marching band (at least until July). I got a horrible sunburn the first day of pre-camp. I usually don't get trailer-y wife beater tan lines until at least the end of July, and now I got one before I even diped my toes in the blissful waters of no-tan-line-ness. God dammit.
I discovered how much I lvoe my dad's record collection. I had listened to a Jimi Hendrix album before, and I didn't really like it. But I listened to Are You Experianced and I'm in love. The song "Manic Depression" is, like, my anthem now.
I have to go on a nadventure with my brother to try and figure out where and what all the stores around our new house are. I wish I had someone to take along. Like you. But no. You're probably busy doing not-so-charitable things.
I think I need to stop loving people so much. It's getting in the way of my aspirations to become a lonely old maid. I mean, how can I devote my entire life to fruitless employment opportunities, campy knitting projects, and my numerous cats if I still have a heart? So I need some more bitterness. Or maybe enough love to make me not want to be a lonely old maid anymore. Either one would be nice, but sitting on the fence post between 'lonesome' and 'loved' isn't as fun as it sounds.