Little did I realize that it's been almost a month since I last updated.  Therefore, I've deemed it necessary to flood you with several posts at once, all of which you can peruse at your leisure.

So, my blissful job at the flower shop was cut short; my boss told me that he had hired too many people (who happened to have more experience), so I was ( Read more... )

My GOD, people, do you ever stop writing? I've had to go back eight pages to catch up on one week ( Read more... )

Thank ye to all the people who entrusted their personal information to me and the internet.  I've deleted the post, so you should only have a limited number of stalkers.

I realized yesterday that I love my job.  I've wanted to work in a flower shop for as long as I can remember and, now that I do, I'm happy doing it.  I actually enjoy picking leaves ( Read more... )

I got hit by a car.  I was crossing the street at a crosswalk and a little red four-door hit me.  I'm sure I scared the college kids inside of it a lot more than they scared me.

On Friday, I really needed to do laundry.  But R, B, and I had decided we would go to a club that night.  One club in particular was featuring GARY JULES (Mad World fame ( Read more... )

I work at a florist shop in a shopping center downtown, which means I process flowers, wrap bouquets, and sweep.  It'll be a while before they let me use the register or make arrangements.  There is an older woman who gratiously acts as my personal Snape and she really doesn't like anything I do.  The calmest part of my day is when I take the ( Read more... )

So, I left the horrors of Missouri to vacation at the Poppleton family reunion in Delaware.  Brewer's mother is one of six siblings and they all showed up at this reunion, which is apparently a first in several years.  The most interesting member by far was the youngest sister, Joan, from Alaska.  She looks and walks and acts just like Brewer's mom ( Read more... )

I've realized that I don't think I'm supposed to be happy.  I purposely make things difficult because I think I need to.  Maybe this is a martyr complex, but it pretty much permeates everything about my life.

I helped paint my nice aunt's house today.  Her youngest son, my cousin, was there; he's 19.  My snobby aunt and her husband were also there.  This is the conversation:

Cousin: *walks in* (He's a bit emo, so his nails are painted black.  He has really pretty hands, which do not help his case.)
Snobby aunt: "Drew, I've been meaning to ask about your ( Read more... )

Men match their socks to their pants.

Women match their socks to their shoes.

I match my socks to my shirt.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers will play Henry VIII in a new movie titled "The Tudors".


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