Letters of Nothing To Anybody


I like to yell at Fred while he's sitting on my lap just to see how deaf he really is. I have to yell pretty loud for him to look at me. Usually he just sits there, looking in the wrong direction.

Today I walked around with blueberry yoghurt globbed down the front of my freshly warshed hoodie. All day. I also found it in the end of my ponytail and I don't wanna know how the hell I managed that.



So last night I was innocently sleeping and was summoned back to the land of the living by the Bink who was determinedly trying to dig her way through the door.

I stumble out of bed on the opposite side that I usually get out of because Fred managed to hog 2/3rds of the twin bed. My eyes were mostly closed, it was the almost the buttcrack of dawn, so no new light to speak of yet. I was walkin blind.

I get all of 3 feet and step on a cd suitcase thingy that I had put on the floor to get out of the way of my luggage. Not only did I step on it. With both feet.

I fell on it.

There arose such a clatter that I ran to the shutter to see what was a matter.



Not really, but I did scare the hell out of the cat and wake up my dad's woman who thought I was like, a bear bungee jumping onto the front porch or something.

I hurt.

Also, I made it through a trip out to run errands and get my visa photo taken. I cried like a bitch but I did it!

MEMEMEMEMEMEME!!! *jazz hands*
| posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/16/2006 11:15:00 pm |
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