My mom has more facebook friends than I do and I hate facebook so this shouldn't bother me.

I'm going to have my mom take a pic of me in my Tibetan wrap dress later today.

Well, I might as well head back out and do that now, since I've got a lot of laundry to do later, so I shouldn't get to my parents' house too late.

I am still holding off reading your comments and reading most of what other people have posted on CoE. I woke up from a sleepless night yesterday and I thought I had salvaged some good from the ruins, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised I was wrong. All I do is just get angrier and angrier the more I think things over. I wish I was able to articulate the thoughts I have as quickly as others are, but my head's a fucking mess at the moment, I feel like I've been retconned.

I'll get there eventually.

I bought some bras, but then stupidly bought milk as well, so I had to come home again before I could get undawears.

I just walked up to a finch outside and it stared at me.

I just bought X-Men, the first LotR [I have the super-extended edition, but not the normal 2-disc edition, and I have the 2-disc of TTT and RotK, so they all have to match] and The Road to El Dorado for a total of about $16 on Amazon.

I was gonna say that I used to think it was cute the way babies fall asleep when I hold them, but now my dog's jumped up on my bed and is leaning against my foot and snoring, and now I think maybe I'm just boring.

I used to think it was cool the wa--OK, you know what, I was just typing a statement about something else, but I'm distracted because the infamous ShamWow! ad just came on TV.

I took the last country fried steak, cooked it up, and put it in a sandwich with cheddar on homemade bread.

I'm watching Anwar and Sketch on a date and I think if I could play guys effectively, I'd pick up Anwar instead.

Oh my God, my mother and Kathy Griffin's mother are the same person.

I don't know what you've done to me, but I know this much is true: I wanna do bad things with you.

It's my brother, I can tell from the sound of his keys.

When you came in, the air went out and every shadow filled up with doubt.

SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR.

I totally want to make an icon of Gran's Pie with the words "PIE OF SORROW" on it.