Revealing too much

Your face is a fruitcake!

You Are a Fruitcake

People pretend you're sweet and precious, but they know how weird you really are!

What Holiday Food Are You?

Just how much of a danger are amphibians to our nation?

I totally want to read Frog's blog!

But now I have to work!

Thoroughly enjoy able weekend at Camp Judy Layne, glad I got to go back.

The spacebar on my new keyboard sucks like a sucking thing from Suckville, after a full glass of suckfruit juice.

Hurrah!

I have moved to Box Land! My old apartment is almost empty, and my new place is full of boxes. Full boxes, empty boxes. Boxes that are labeled, boxes that are not. There are crayons in my kitchen, and there's a spice rack in my living room. I have to wash one last load of dishes and pack up the junk from under my old bed, and then all that will be left to do is clean the place up. Yay! Oh, no, I still have to pack up my refrigerator. Ugh. At the very least the freezer is full. Suddenly, all is not right with the world. Oh, well. At least I had a fleeting moment of happiness.

It's official.

Today I officially became an old lady. I found myself putting a tissue inside the sleeve of the sweater I was wearing to protect myself from the chill in the air. I hope I can find plenty of boy scouts to help me cross the street.

So sore.

First of all, why exactly is the custodian at work dusting after she vacuumed? Secondly, I do not recommend taking a break from ice skating to arm wrestle. That really is just stupid.