When you have a giant black brace on your leg, I don't care how cute your clothes are or how perfect your hair and makeup are, you look like a schlub.
At age 39 things that would have been hilariously entertaining at a bar when you were 20 are simply obnoxiously self-serving attention whoring.
I do not enjoy strange men putting their hands on my shoes.
Sometimes a cake CAN have too much icing.
Just because someone is famous, she is not automatically a good public speaker.
No one ever told me how much time grading papers the right way actually takes.
If Sam isn't hungry because his stomach feels sort of weird, do NOT let him drink grape soda.
Sometimes popcorn can make things better.
Stitches itch like hell after a week or so.
Even if she is beautiful, there's something really distressing about being told you look just like your mom did 20 years ago.
At age 39 things that would have been hilariously entertaining at a bar when you were 20 are simply obnoxiously self-serving attention whoring.
I do not enjoy strange men putting their hands on my shoes.
Sometimes a cake CAN have too much icing.
Just because someone is famous, she is not automatically a good public speaker.
No one ever told me how much time grading papers the right way actually takes.
If Sam isn't hungry because his stomach feels sort of weird, do NOT let him drink grape soda.
Sometimes popcorn can make things better.
Stitches itch like hell after a week or so.
Even if she is beautiful, there's something really distressing about being told you look just like your mom did 20 years ago.
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I just had yet another knee surgery and am taking copious amounts of Demerol, so this won't be long--just to make sure I still know what I'm doing. I've been rather spastic at work and home lately, so blogging has really fallen to the wayside, which is a sure sign that I probably need meds for either ADD or depression or both.
i don't really feel like much at all. why is it that we can never stay on a 'happy' plane for very long? or at least, me?
life. it IS chock full of suck sometimes.
life. it IS chock full of suck sometimes.
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