Christmas shopping= angry drivers. After pulling into a space in the parking lot some woman was swearing at me as she walked in...I couldn't tell you what i did.
Before that My Humps was playing. I am not usually a big fan of "hip-hop" or whatever it is, but i danced manaically like i was on E. you missed out.
I don't think i am going to get a tattoo on my foot. It's gonna be somewhere else *wink wink*.
Charlie Brown Christmas music is the only thing running through my head.
My poetry paper is going to kill me. But i feel quite accomplised. I have 1 page and a half done plus the works cited, plus the appendix. about 3 more pages to go.
I added to Joe's painted wall yesterday. I painted tea cups, an unfinished bell, a fish, and then E.E. Cummings's poem "l[a".
Perhaps tonight will be the rocking of indie
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