Monday Bear

So I babysat Micah today while Tiffany was out having dinner with my mom. Check this out– it’s a Chinese place, but it serves sushi! Whoa mama.
Anywho, I watched Micah. We had some crackers and milk (yum), and she began to ask about Trixie the dachshund.

Micah: I like doggies. Let her inside.
Liz: *lets her inside*
Trixie: *tries to steal Micah’s crackers*
Micah: I don’t like dogs.
Liz: I thought you said you did.
Micah: I do.

(Felching Blog)

I came in here from time to time, but I was listening to her communicate with my dog. She was saying, “Woof woof!” and the occasional “hi there!”
Then I went back in there to see if everything was peachy, and she said, “Put her outside.”
I said, “Trixie doesn’t want to go outside. She wants to stay in here and be your friend.”
I came back in here, and I heard, “Woof woof, I’ll be your friend.”

I love kids : )

So if you read my last blog, you know how I dislike the “gangsta” pose (even though I do have a myspace picture of myself throwing up “blood”.)
Well, not “throwing up blood” as in vomiting blood, but in a figurative sense.

Anywho, I did some research, and here is what I found:

You may know a few people on this collage. You may -be- a few people on this collage *cough lauren, cough sarah*

I got these all from myspace, and I found that
A.) Every person who had a photo where they posed like this had a friend with the same pose as their default picture.
B.) If the person had it as their default picture, they had a person in their Top 8 with the same pose.

Here’s my favourite one:

Check out the guy in the background…

HA!

Ladies and gentlemen, here’s the one you’ve all been waiting for…

Crazy Bitch, Goofeh Bitch.

So people don’t always mean what they say. Example: I love it when people say “no offense,” and there’s no reason to be offended.
i.e., “No offense, but the Braves sucked last season.”
But what I love even more is when people say “no offense,” and there’s no reason -not- to be offended.
i.e., “You suck worse than the Braves last season. No offense.”

And just for the record, I have no idea how the Braves did last season. Nor do I care.

Liz: I want a swimming pool with lilly pads in it. Giant ones.
Matt: How big?
Liz: Big enough to lay on.
Matt: I’m sure I can find some.
Liz: And we can do it on them, like the frogs do.
Matt: We’ll both fall off.
Liz: And I lay my eggs at the bottom of the pool, and you can come over and fertilize them.
Matt: No, I’ll just lay some flies on the dresser and go back home to my frog wife.

Speaking of Matt, Matthew Hurt just told me I was gross.

…

Duh.

My dear talented friend Davo of A Postcard Hello has a show coming up on August 25. It’s to debut his album Playing To A Crowd Of One. Be there. See myspace.com/apostcardhello for mo’ details.

PS: I’ll be there.

Oh yeah, i’m all better. You know, I felt like a sad black kid. Welp, Matthew’s helped me, Zephyr’s helped me, and I did a bit of my favourite activity, self- photography. I don’t feel like putting them up though.

Happy Monday.

This blog sucks. I need a list.

Things on my desk:

• a barrette shaped like a guitar.
• a camera.
• a fancy bracelet.
• a manicure set.
• FAFSA corrections.
• a list of appartments in Murfreesboro.
• a bigass pile o’ safetypins.
• some dictionaries.
• a TI-84Plus Silver Edition manuel.
• a picture of my brother, myself, my uncle, and a dog, approximately 17 years ago.
• a wooden firetruck.
• a candle that smells like coffee
• a Dove chocolate wrapper that says “When two hearts race, both win.”
• aww.
• oh, and computer stuff, too.

So in conclusion, these flowers are -really- starting to smell like piss.

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