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verbicideI have absolutely no clothes. Will have to go to class naked.
Mmm. I love The Vines. Willi won't let me listen to them as I drive, because she says, "It gets you too excited! Slow down! Eeeeeek!!!!"
She's no fun. Though Amy is terrified of my driving--period. At least Willi doesn't have seizures like Amy. But then Amy is a chicken and drives 40mph everywhere, talking on her cell. Sarah will have to come witness my driving again (since San Francisco, where driving like a lunatic is a prerequisite for entering the city limits) and tell me if I'm still scary. My wings were clipped by that damn speeding ticket as well. First one since I was 18! Grr. And so not my fault. Well ok. Was my fault and long overdue. I was speeding. But I hate speedtraps where they pull over 19 of you at the end of the month to fill their quota. Bastards.
I maintain that J is the true lunatic of the family. The best thing in the world is when mom asks me to drive instead of him and everyone vigorously concurs. Mostly because vomiting isn't fun and really, watching pedestrians shriek and dart out of the way is only fun in video games.
Finally finished draft design thingie and can stop bitching about it for awhile.
More time wasting with the webcam:
Me: Smile for the camera, sweetie!
Hobs: You are all mah beeches!!
Muhaha!
Crap. Late for class! *whiterabbits*
Mmm. I love The Vines. Willi won't let me listen to them as I drive, because she says, "It gets you too excited! Slow down! Eeeeeek!!!!"
She's no fun. Though Amy is terrified of my driving--period. At least Willi doesn't have seizures like Amy. But then Amy is a chicken and drives 40mph everywhere, talking on her cell. Sarah will have to come witness my driving again (since San Francisco, where driving like a lunatic is a prerequisite for entering the city limits) and tell me if I'm still scary. My wings were clipped by that damn speeding ticket as well. First one since I was 18! Grr. And so not my fault. Well ok. Was my fault and long overdue. I was speeding. But I hate speedtraps where they pull over 19 of you at the end of the month to fill their quota. Bastards.
I maintain that J is the true lunatic of the family. The best thing in the world is when mom asks me to drive instead of him and everyone vigorously concurs. Mostly because vomiting isn't fun and really, watching pedestrians shriek and dart out of the way is only fun in video games.
Finally finished draft design thingie and can stop bitching about it for awhile.
More time wasting with the webcam:
Me: Smile for the camera, sweetie!
Hobs: You are all mah beeches!!
Muhaha!
Crap. Late for class! *whiterabbits*
