Look what I knit! It's a...circle scarf? That's generous. ...a bib? Maybe. A fall weather crop top? Don't mind if I do.
Gratuitous holes for maximum nipple slippage curtesy of my wayward yarn manouvering skills. Second chin curtosey of the second helping, fifth cookie, extra cream habits of mine.
Military alphabet is a semi-check, but I should review again this week.
Californication is a definite check.
Showering three times was a check, but I ran out of deoderant and didn't make it to the dollerama house of toiletries yet so I feel these things cancel themselves out.
New week, new goals!
Do I have any? No.
Can you recommend some please?
If you say soduko I swear to shit I will take a tiny poo inside your slippers. Small enough you won't notice it right away, big enough it will squish between your toes and get all up in the wool lining. It'll get stuck underneath your toenails and I will forever call you shit foot.
But anything other than math related games, please recommend. My new show to cruise through this week is Mad Men. By the end of the week I'll be wearing pointy bras, smoking unfiltereds and slapping ladies bums. But now I'll have a reason.
My mom is still not picking up. Bless her heart.
The one long-term goal I've set for myself is to memorize Modern Major General in its entirety. After four years of resolutions I've got three stanzas under my belt. I don't know why, but I am convinced that casually breaking out in a Gilbert and Sullivan chorus will assist me in my travels.
Also, I do see myself as the very model of a modern major general, and I find it's a good way to communicate that without sounding overly arrogant.
Did you get called buthead a lot as a child?
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