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Oh. Whew. *shakes head slowly* This is insane. It's all my fault of course. Everything is always my fault. I feel...I don't know. A little sick maybe.
*erases first line of entry* I'm fine, how are you? I know I haven't REALLLLLY updated in a long time, but can you blame me? (Okay, please don't.)
So I'm being held captive in the bus right now, but I'm sneaking on the computer. *puts on spy face* And at this moment I'm a little bored. Something incredibly amazingly brilliantly wicked mad needs to happen to me so I can update about it in a mad mad frenzied rush. That would just be so awesome.
We're going to have to take a quick Kleenex break in just a second. Because I'm, you know, crying.
And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming...
Oh um... so this morning I dropped an iron on my tummy. THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH. I was ironing and it fell out of my hand, and stupidly I tried to catch it against myself. I'm starting to think that my sole purpose in life is to serve as an example of what NOT to do. Don't follow my example, kids. You'll end up dead. And sometimes I even deserve to be tied to a stick, sprinkled with dirt, and pushed into a pond of crocodiles. That'd be really funny to watch if, you know, it wasn't me.
USELESS FACT I LEARNED: A one-minute kiss burns 26 calories. (no wonder I never gain weight...)
AUGH! I HEAR NOISES! And if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a sneaky-snake exit and go dry the cup I just washed. And then say I wrote this with my psychic powers. So I don't get shot or anything.
*erases first line of entry* I'm fine, how are you? I know I haven't REALLLLLY updated in a long time, but can you blame me? (Okay, please don't.)
So I'm being held captive in the bus right now, but I'm sneaking on the computer. *puts on spy face* And at this moment I'm a little bored. Something incredibly amazingly brilliantly wicked mad needs to happen to me so I can update about it in a mad mad frenzied rush. That would just be so awesome.
We're going to have to take a quick Kleenex break in just a second. Because I'm, you know, crying.
And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming...
Oh um... so this morning I dropped an iron on my tummy. THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH. I was ironing and it fell out of my hand, and stupidly I tried to catch it against myself. I'm starting to think that my sole purpose in life is to serve as an example of what NOT to do. Don't follow my example, kids. You'll end up dead. And sometimes I even deserve to be tied to a stick, sprinkled with dirt, and pushed into a pond of crocodiles. That'd be really funny to watch if, you know, it wasn't me.
USELESS FACT I LEARNED: A one-minute kiss burns 26 calories. (no wonder I never gain weight...)
AUGH! I HEAR NOISES! And if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a sneaky-snake exit and go dry the cup I just washed. And then say I wrote this with my psychic powers. So I don't get shot or anything.