Pulling into the station May 05, 2005 I just stabbed myself in the thumb with my earring, drawing a little bit of blood, too. The bad part about this is that I've done this about oh, a gazillion times before. You'd think I'd know better by now. (Those little piercing studs? Sharp. VERY sharp. You know, they have to punch through your ear and all. Duh.)I unearthed a picture from 9th grade (1994) of me in the hallways. It is proof that I am blonde...ish. And just because I'm feeling all picture-y, here, have another horrible photograph. And finally, the cousins, as we were on that afternoon (this was before everyone got sick and started throwing up - oh the fun memories of my graduation!) I come from very mature stock, my friends. On that note, I am late leaving work. Payroll was late. Again. So I can't go shopping for Shawna or my mom. Dave, your check is going into the bank. It's in my car, I just need the ATM. I swear...
Breaking Up - July 20, 2006 |
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