argh! that's what i say and not in the cheesy pirate way, in the oh my god i want to throw battery acid in someone's stupid face kind of way... what? nevermind.
so to share some sentiments i came up with this week:
why do boys i had crushes on in high school have to have grown into breaktaking men? huh? why?: person that sentiment was about shall continue to remain nameless but wow that was ummmmmm unwelcome.
cancer sucks i hate cancer. i hate cancer so much i want to punch cancer's mom in the vag. that's how much i hate cancer.: referencing the passing of one of the sweetest men i have ever had the pleasure of meeting aka my dear sister in law's stepfather.
i hope jackson rathbone does not screw up my delicious sokka.: yes i realize that lusting after a cartoon character is probably grounds for commitment to norristown state BUT i have done weirder shit... really.
the your baby can read system inventor needs my foot up his smug ass. i don't care what the fuck they say a 3 year old reading charlotte's web is NOT comprehending 99% of the material.: fuck them
i have no more distraction excuses i need to get my ass in gear and start writing and editing again.: self explanitory.
s'anyway. wedding was loverly despite the many bumps. bob's passing was so quick i was still reeling from the news about the diagnosis (as was his wife and stepchildren) when suddenly he was gone.
still trying to catch up on sleep. HA! that was a joke. get it?
that's all i'm gone ramble about right now.
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