that doesn't make any sense. it makes so little sense, in fact, that i want to bang my head against my wood-panel walls while saying "THAT.... DOESN'T.... MAKE.... ANY.... SENSE!!!" all i know is that LIFE IS WEIRD!
i love swedish berries but i'd forgotten that they make me feel like ass.
her fish died. i love that she cried so much. it's a lot for a 5-year-old...
i have pieces of paper littered around the pad with quotes scribbled in them. in addition to bits of paper i also tend to jot them down in my crossword books. i often get a kick out of later finding things like "she had a mark on her neck that closely resembled a hickey" written on random pages. i don't do it on purpose, but i forget after i've done it, which puts them out of context and makes them way funnier. *sigh* what an amusing life i lead.
i had a good weekend. hatch is motoring along – which is great. although, i feel like most of the pages need some tweaking. that's ok though, nothing's set in stone. i love that it doesn't feel like work, it feels like art. however, i have no idea what i'm going to eat for lunch tomorrow because i haven't cooked all day. when i'm in work mode nothing else exists. including tomorrow.
he told me that i'm a graphic design snob. i think he was trying to get even with me.
i think i put my shirt on backwards.
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