I HEAR THAT, BROTHA!

at least I already have a puppy.

Aw crap, that's no fun at all. I HAD A SHIT-ASS NIGHT LAST NIGHT MYSELF. And why won't people leave you alone when you are trying to catch a few Z's in the break room. Do my closed eyes look like I want to start a conversation?

Here's my illuminating statement: BAD THINGS SUCK.

But you have a mandoline, so it'll all be okay, right? Puppy minus poop = mandoline?

MY WINTER THUMB IS BACK! OW.

PETS ARE NOT ALL THAT, BUT I FEEL YA.

I THINK THE BEES IS NOT ACCIDENTALLY WALKING THROUGH SAUCES AT ALL BUT CAGILY USING THIS AS A MEANS OF DISCREET TASTING:
"OH, SHAME I HAVE SOAKED MY PAW IN YOUR BASALMIC DRESSING. PLEASE EXCUSE ME AS I CLEAN MY NOW FILTHY PAW."
APPARENTLY HER FONDNESS FOR FRESH SPINACH NEEDS AN OCCASIONAL FLAVOR ACCENT. WEIRDO.

AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT SOME RANDOM BOOB GOING ON AND ON ON A REGULAR BASIS ABOUT HOW THE WORLD IS AGAINST HIM AND THINKS HE'S A LOSER, BEGGING EVERYONE TO HUMOR HIM AND CALL HIM PRETTY. AGAIN. WHEN ONE MIGHT HAVE STUPIDLY ASSUMED THE CYCLE HAD BROKEN OR AT LEAST BEEN WARNED AGAINST.

I THINK I WILL TRY TO MAKE STRAWBERRY TARTS, AND ONE OF THEM IS FOR YOU.

I KNOWS I'M PRETTY, ETH. AND THE WORLD ISN'T AGAINST ME, IT'S JUST STANDING TOO CLOSE AND HAS BODY ODOR.

LT, stop holding your breath, you're gonna turn blue.

(no strawberry tart for me? : (

NOT EVERYONE IS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT YOU, JON.
A BIG PART OF ACCEPTANCE IS NOT GOING ON AND ON ABOUT THE SAME THINGS OVER AND OVER OR THINKING EVERY THING THEY SEE IS ABOUT THEM.

PIPS, I THINK I MAY JUST GO FOR A WHOLE PIE. AND CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN TREATS.

MY HUSBAND'S STEPFATHERS' BRAIN TUMOR CAME BACK AND MY SISTER IN LAW IS IN THE PSYCH HOSPITAL WHICH IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE SHE WAS GETTING READY TO LEAVE HER ABUSIVE AND BATCRAP CRAZY HUSBAND WHO IS ALSO IN THE IF YOU WILL PARDON THE EXPRESSION LOONEY BIN. IN HIS CASE IT IS BECAUSE HE JUST WILL NOT, WILL NOT, WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDS AND WHEN HE DOESNT TAKE HIS MEDS HE DOES STUFF LIKE TAKE A CHAIN SAW TO THE FLOORING IN HIS HOME SO WHAT THE HECK ELSE IS HE CAPAPLE OF?

BECAUSE THE DOUGH IS DEFROSTING, I THINK I'M GOING FOR A STRAWBERRY PIE, A SPINACH PIE OR QUICHE, AND THE CHOCOPUMPKIN STUFF.

And just because now that was thinking about it again instead of having purged it with the lone wail: i was actually referring to two people who "know everything" about the internet but are afraid to touch their computer plugs. Two people who are hopelessly mediocre at best but haven't quite realized yet because everyone they usually hang out with is somewhat dirtbaggier than themselves; two people i have been avoiding for over half a year. She likes to call herself a journalist even though writing about bake sales and local sports doesn't really equal the impression she wants to give, for example. i can't be really honest and tell her she is not and has never been a good or interesting writer or that her kid is not what is keeping her from great new opportunities, that being a drunken slut that wants to talk about boys all the time makes me afraid for her kid, because i never thought she could take it. Now maybe she can, but it's not my problem she creates problems despite having a job and a house and hey, this has nothing to do with jonmc. Shocking.

*hugs LT*

*stands in line to give LT more hugs, and whuffles, too*