i guess i never posted that draft from yesterday.

well, the truth of the matter is that a baricade simply will not fit into the trunk of a 2002 chevrolet malibu.

anywho, i just made more money watching one kid for five point five hours than i do in an entire weekend at my real job.

maybe i'll have kids and make their father pay me for raising them.

wait a minute. i don't want to be a louis vuitton mom.

i'm looking forward to tomorrow. it'll be my first real day of summer, complete with sunshine, starshine, and who knows what else.

is anyone else having a hard time accepting the fact that we're practically adults and will soon be able to get tattoos and piercings without our parents' consent?

that's what i thought.

first to go is the useless little bit of cartilage in the center of the ear.

i am mondo pooped, but not pooping.

...

i'll just stop.

right here.

i won't say another word.

nope; not gonna do it.

wouldn't be prudent.