Chapped Lips and Judy Garland
I feel like I have a concussion. I know I don't have one because I haven't hit my head against anything lately. At least to my knowledge. So I guess I just have an everlasting headache that goes throughout my head. It's weird, becuase I rarely get headaches. Speaking of concussions, I would at this time like to ask the good Lord to bless Heidi, who got a ball smacked into her nose the other day at our game. We love you Heidi!!!! Hooray for swingers. Hooray for Jesus. And all that other good stuff.
I bought a Judy Garland CD at the mall tonight with La Darce. It is glorious. I'm so snoooozy right now. *snore* Today in math class, a boy whom we shall refer to as "Frank" knocked over the pencil sharperner and all these pencil shavings spilled onto the floor. It was wonderful. Hmm. So, this weekend. Tomorrow= Work from 9-12 and then 5-9. Sunday= Work from 8:30-11:00 and then 1-4. We are supposed to go apple picking with Carolina's family sometime on Sunday, and I'm supposed to change my shift, which I don't think will happen because no one will probably want to take it. Oh well. I really hate working. It isn't my jobs that I hate, because I don't hate them when I'm actually working. It is just the thought of going to work before I'm actually there that makes me dread it. So maybe I don't hate working. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I don't realyl care either.
HAPPY.
I can't give you anything but love.
I bought a Judy Garland CD at the mall tonight with La Darce. It is glorious. I'm so snoooozy right now. *snore* Today in math class, a boy whom we shall refer to as "Frank" knocked over the pencil sharperner and all these pencil shavings spilled onto the floor. It was wonderful. Hmm. So, this weekend. Tomorrow= Work from 9-12 and then 5-9. Sunday= Work from 8:30-11:00 and then 1-4. We are supposed to go apple picking with Carolina's family sometime on Sunday, and I'm supposed to change my shift, which I don't think will happen because no one will probably want to take it. Oh well. I really hate working. It isn't my jobs that I hate, because I don't hate them when I'm actually working. It is just the thought of going to work before I'm actually there that makes me dread it. So maybe I don't hate working. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I don't realyl care either.
HAPPY.
I can't give you anything but love.


2 Comments:
But... what about jelly beans?
Its 12:27pm on Sunday; I'm going to call you right now before you go to work. Because I stalk you.
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