vivantoril fixes it.

yes, doctor? i'd like to get me some of them vivantoril pills. yeah, yeah. being awake makes me so irritable. i hate holding down a job. and urinating? don't even get me started.

thank you toothpaste for dinner for making that comic.

charlie moved up into the engine in my sister's vw bug. silly little guy won't come out to play ever. rock chucks don't make good pets apparently.

also, orange juice now makes me sick.

so depressing seeing as how it's pretty much the blood flowing through my veins.

you throw like a girl

i just spent about 10 minutes throwing tennis balls at a rock chuck that my dog cornered up against our house.
but then i felt bad.
he was shaking and crying.
i feel like a horrible person.
now my grandma is yelling at it. "for heaven's sakes rock chuck, go away!"
i think i'll name him charlie.
he looks like a charlie.

2 weeks feels like 7 years here.

dear kansas,
it's been real.
but it's time for me to go home.
peace out.
sally

p.s. my hands smell like pumpkin spice cappuccino.
but i haven't had one for a month.
what is up with that?

feral cats and pajamas to work. best ever.

that was my life yesterday. blech.
but in my defense, i was very very very ill.

never give me a power chord to put away.
it ends up a tangled mess and then you'll have to spend about forever undoing what i've done.
also, your computer dies and you could lose everything.
and that would not be good.

there was this feral cat wandering around the other day.
it followed me around for awhile. like 5 feet 5 inches away from me the whole time.
i left him some turkey lunch meat on the stair case.
he took it and ran.
i feel used.
i haven't seen him since.

this guy i work with. i want to punch him.
in the back of the head.
i do i do.

also, awesome news, i wore my pajamas to work today and nobody cares.