Oh and!
It didn't work last time, but let's give this another shot. Maybe I'll have better luck with the new suit.
Claw. Wednesday. 1 p.m. Eastern.
I have to write an essay for the thing that shall not be named (I'm superstitious like that) about an accomplishment that I'm proud of. Sadly, I couldn't really think of a good topic. I've never run a marathon or climed Mount Everest or anything. And somehow I'm thinking that convincing my parents to let me date a 25-year-old guy when I was only 16 is probably not what they're looking for. I decided to go with something work-related, but now it's boring. Gah!
Claw. Wednesday. 1 p.m. Eastern.
I have to write an essay for the thing that shall not be named (I'm superstitious like that) about an accomplishment that I'm proud of. Sadly, I couldn't really think of a good topic. I've never run a marathon or climed Mount Everest or anything. And somehow I'm thinking that convincing my parents to let me date a 25-year-old guy when I was only 16 is probably not what they're looking for. I decided to go with something work-related, but now it's boring. Gah!