Facebook wasn't creepy for me until recently, when suddenly everyone's all up in my grill and demanding to know if I'm married. Maybe it's the baby pictures of my niece?
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Eggs! I knew there was something important I COMPLETELY FORGOT when doing groceries this evening.
Loki keeps curling up IN THE LITTERBOX. Freak!
ok. ew, sara.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Thankfully so far facebook has been trauma-free, though there are several prospective friends whose identity I have no idea about. And I'm a little dubious about the number of people I knew in HS who now work for churches.
I have eggs that I would trade for brownies.
Please, god, take them away. They're not good, or anything, but I might eat them.
Instead, let me make more Kool Aid.
Damn you all. Now I'm jonesing for eggs and flapjacks, which would be a crosstown drive through sleet to get to.
Flapjacks are pancakes, right? They're so easy to make...if you have eggs.
Loki keeps curling up IN THE LITTERBOX.ok. ew, sara.
Pretty much, yeah. Don't get it.
Though in fairness to Loki, there have been times when it made more sense for me to sleep in the bathroom.
I am not filled with love for this week. I have parent teacher conferences tomorrow night. What sort of fucked up school has conferences teh week before a 3 week break?!