Brandy died. She got run over late last night and the vet had to put her down. And I found out from a text message. At first I couldn't cry, but for the past almost hour I have been balling. I loved her so much....
K.D.
martes, abril 6
Shedding light on things best left in the dark is a good way to blind someone you kidnapped...
Soo, my title has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Basically, despite its hilariosity, I am tired of looking at that last post. I am bored and pretty much just posing about my random thoughts. Most of my thoughts today have revolved around my giant fever blister. The thing is huge and highly pressurized, I can feel my pulse in it. Gross, but it is consuming an alarming amount of my thoughts. I am thinking about tanning, but worrying about worsening it. It's like I pissed off whatever spirit guide that controls my lip health, now they are assuring that, if ever there were a possibility of kissing anyone in my near future, I would have to abstain. Not that there has been anyone I want to kiss, or will want to kiss in this bout of lip deterioration.
Let's see, what else. I killed a cake the other day. Burned the first crust I made. Got the second one (with the filling in it) wet, and then put it back in the oven (without the sides of the springform pan), only to have half of the cake slide off and fall on the burner, causing the intact half to taste like burned key lime barbecue. I damn near cried. Which may be explained by the pms which I was then having. It's crazy, there have been about 4 showings of that midol commercial where they are all like "treats the uggh (cramps), uggh (bloating), and ughh (fatigue)." And I'm just like, I feel exactly like that right now, except for with a big honking fever blister. Which actually may just be symptom of the menstrality of my day.
Also, on my mind, I love coffee from starbucks, and it is totally unfair that they put a starbucks in the library, such a trap. Also, the guy there thinks my name is Emily, and I don't have the heart to tell him he learned it wrong. Anyways, I think I make a good Emily anyways so it's ok.
I like the name Emily, and the name Emile, and Elizabeth, and Elijah. Maybe all my babies will have 'e' names. That would be lame.
Let's see, what else. I killed a cake the other day. Burned the first crust I made. Got the second one (with the filling in it) wet, and then put it back in the oven (without the sides of the springform pan), only to have half of the cake slide off and fall on the burner, causing the intact half to taste like burned key lime barbecue. I damn near cried. Which may be explained by the pms which I was then having. It's crazy, there have been about 4 showings of that midol commercial where they are all like "treats the uggh (cramps), uggh (bloating), and ughh (fatigue)." And I'm just like, I feel exactly like that right now, except for with a big honking fever blister. Which actually may just be symptom of the menstrality of my day.
Also, on my mind, I love coffee from starbucks, and it is totally unfair that they put a starbucks in the library, such a trap. Also, the guy there thinks my name is Emily, and I don't have the heart to tell him he learned it wrong. Anyways, I think I make a good Emily anyways so it's ok.
I like the name Emily, and the name Emile, and Elizabeth, and Elijah. Maybe all my babies will have 'e' names. That would be lame.
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