Did you know?

Hay fever is the biggest cause of sickleave in the US and the UK.

I'm gonna go snot on someone so they make me leave.

P.S.  Me = ain't just a shell.  The creepy Google ads that read my e-mails to personalize their advertising make me happy.

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Man. Google really knows me.

Dinner

The epitome of satisfied.

She Reads As She Brushes Her Teeth

While I adore Keat's poetry, I have a few bones to pick with the man. First off, not everything perfect can linger and be as stedfast as the stars. The idea is nice in an idealistic, wow-that'd-be-boring-in-reality sort of way. It's like how the gnomes at your aunt's house never move and seem to repel even the dust that would make some area of their exterior alter. Come on! Reorganize! I'm sure Fatty gets sick of sitting next to old Snotty Nosed Youngster. And also, get this Keats- according to Wikipedia, stars are not unchangeable. Which I like. Stagnant, unchanging existence holds no appeal for me.
Bring on the change. I will embrace it with open arms.

Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

This is for when Jill stalks my blog. When you read this, come sing with me.

Love stinks.

Apple-T

Friday: I was working on something in Word and I wanted to start a new page. So...apple-t. No new tab popped up. I actually got confused for a moment. Every program should have apple-t. Seriously. Multitasking is impossible without it. Where's my instant access to a fresh start whenever I have a new idea? Denied. 

My brain could really use an apple-t right now. I tried using a regular apple this morning and it just made me sick. 

Cookies

I made two batches of cookies today. One in the evening and another now, in the late-night hours. Not quite the bewitching hour, but close.

A not-so-secret love of mine is baking (and eating) late at night. It takes me longer but it's just me in the kitchen and I can be anal and stressed without bugging anyone else about it. Tonight, it's not exactly because I thought I needed more cookies for class that I'm still up baking and blogging. Making the one batch of cookies seemed wrong without the other. I always make the two. That's the way it happens. So it goes.

Nostalgia is a major factor of the cookie baking experience. Yeah, it's kind of strange how I have so many strong memories, tastes, and scents connected with the activity. Coconut, parchment paper, mixing with hands, and giant cookies that you half-bake and then store in the freezer for stealthy snacking throughout the week. My parents never did figure out how a huge batch of dough could make so few cookies.

No one ever found my gargantuan secrets hidden behind the spinach.

Rip'd

Jill just ripped her pants. In the same couch corner where I ripped my pants twice.

We reside in an apartment with cursed furniture.

heh heh. I'm gonna make Noni sit there.

Frank.

I'll give Noni the pleasure of blogging about our newest pet but I just wanted to beat her to the punch and tell everyone that it was me who suggested his name first. (suckas)

Thank you and good night.