December 2011
22 long, painfully long, days left with Randy
fuck you, melancholia. jesus christ. what the fuck.
I wish BBC broadcast in America. Because then the only thing on tv wouldn’t be Transformers. Brian Cox would be on, and he’d be explaining the universe and his big blue eyes would be twinkling and he’d probably use pastries as the planets and he’d build a sandcastle to explain the second law of thermodynamics.
siblings be shopping.
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is a great movie, just don’t see it with your parents.
“you’ll either go to prison or be a millionaire”
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this whole “hey your car battery is probably dead and you really need to get to the dmv before they close so you don’t have to pay a late fee because your birthday is tomorrow and thats when your license expires” thing is really turning out ok. i’ve been able to eat lunch, clip my nails, and fold my laundry.
someday i’d like to visit the west coast. particularly washington.
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disconnect misconnect
why even bother?
Well I can see what this break is turning into already. Things should be real fun.
Today I just want to eat cheese curds. And watch Seinfeld with my sheep friends.
Overall, I’d say it’s been a pretty shitty day.
Karen lost the knitted beard I purchased for Clay. I had it sent to our house, and now she can’t find the package. I’m actually really mad.
Words between Santa and a six year old:
Owen: I want a bow and arrow for christmas. Santa: What do you like to hunt? Owen: Reindeer.
I wish all stores hired calypso bands to play holiday tunes this year. It makes shopping so much more pleasurable when you hear steel drums playing jingle bells.
Remember that night we sat at your kitchen table, and those were the only lights in your house, and we shared that bowl of spaetzle?
I miss those nights.
You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
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