Except that I'm sorry David is sick. Better-ma to you.
Thanks, Bev. I took some coma-in-cup last night and today I feel somewhat better. Though whenever I take Nyquil I wake up the next day feeling like my kidneys have been injected with industrial glue.
The Autumnweenie is chunking up nicely, gaining about 28 grams a day.
Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Some boys are painting the hallway outside my classroom and the paint smell is giving me a headache. Awesome. Only 10 more hours to go!
Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Not your drug off choice?
Awesome.
I'm getting a whiff of sarcasm.
Five inches off, you say?
Five inches off, you say?
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
But I'm still more afraid of Martha Stewart leading arts and crafts in the math lab.
I keep reading that as "meth lab." Which would be other L.A. schools ...
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.
Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.
Ergo....
I DID include the info about the haircut mainly for Hec. MY hair was midback, so it's still not short -- it's about shoulderblade length in the very back, but choppy layers cut into the sides and front. It's aboutcing length in the front, and I got a fabulous color job, and it was bright damn red -- still bright, but a little faded.
In fact, the steamy ONS was the night of my cut/n/color.