Sung to the tune of the Beatles' Eight Days a Week

Graduation: Eight days away.

Annabelle meets the Downfall of Plato's Republic Continued

Let's see, where were we? Ahh yes, if only she had been paying closer attention, she would have saved herself quite a bit of trouble. I'm bored with this story actually, I'm going to tell a different one.

Once upon a time there were two girls. They were driving together in a mini van coming back from a successful operative mission to retrieve a chair that one of the girls' mother died in, which had been placed in a garbage pile. The girl in the passenger's seat cried out suddenly, "Wait, stop. Can you...can you just stop right here?" She had seen a kitten running through a parking lot and wanted to prevent it from being hit by another car. The two girls got out of the running van and bounded after the kitten, which went bounding into the night, only to be bounced of the right front tire of a brown el camino. The kitten meowed and cried, so one of the girls picked it up, while the other jumped in the driver's seat to drive them to the vet. The kitten died, scared both girls, and was dropped to the floor of the van after it expelled it's bowels in her lap. The kitten was dead. What now? They drove to the Super 8 motel, the girl who hadn't been holding the cat doned gloves and attempted to pick the kitten up, and place it in a garbage bag. Seventeen minutes later the cat was in the bag. The end.

If this than that...

In just a few hours I may be learning I am moving to Ireland. I'll keep you posted. Go vote.

Annabelle meets the Downfall of Plato's Republic

Ok, so I've been told I need to write more. It just so happens I don't have anything to say. Obviously this is a lie, because I'm saying things now, but I don't have anything "good" to say. So instead, I will tell you all a "story."

Once upon a time there was a girl named Annabelle. Anabelle was a pretty nice girl most the time; had all these questions of how to make things nice for more people, what it meant to be nice, whether things could be nice and not nice at the same time, and whether her eyes were big enough to see all the possibilities. One day, while Annabelle was at work folding sheets, a woman about her mother's age came up to her and started asking questions and telling stories. Annabelle wasn't really all that interested at first, she was trying to get her work done so she could go and play Guitar Hero. Well, the woman kept talking, and Annabelle kept listening, and she started to realize that this woman was just bored and being friendly. Annabelle learned more about this stranger than she knew about some of her family, and it made her wonder what it was that made this woman so forthcoming. If only Annabelle would have thought about this more, she would have prevented herself from falling into a lot of trouble. Annabelle though was going through one of her optimistic phases, where every one is relyable, and everyone tries to be trustworthy and kind, so she was completely oblivious to all the signs....to be continued.

Sorry, I'll finish later, gotta get coffee, now now now.

Whoa.

At the risk of sounding like a complete stoner: I can think again. My imagination is back in action. Not full throttle, but at least I remember what it's like.

I don't get blogger.com

How in the frick do I get updates on other people's sites I've "subcribed" to? Am I just supposed to remember them, because that ain't gonna happen. I need reminders.

Bigfoot

They found him. 7'7'', 550lbs, 16 in human-like feet. Proof undeniable. P.S. to AP, you can't tell me your being stalked then not give me the new page...

Best Bruise Ever...

I was laying on the beach and a meteor fell from the sky. Luckily the atmosphere cooled it so it didn't melt through my skin.

I was rammed by a shark...sounds dirty I know.

It's a crystal ball that I use to predict the future.

Hank Aaron hit a homer at my leg.

Ink? Tattoo gone very wrong...or very right.