my friend is starting a clipart bizniz, and i have never been more jealous. if only i could start a paint program/ paste peoples heads on other peoples bodies biz. I'D BE RICH.
i'm applying for my dream job currently. and by applying, i mean thinking about applying and second guessing my abilities.
sometimes i pride myself for only getting crushes on celebrities over 50 and absolute weirdos, but i'm pretty sure i have a crush on someone who is neither of the two. this crush is so extreme that all fine motor skills escaped me when he entered a 2 foot radius. my friend told me my eyes bulged and i made a yelping noise. much better than the eye swolleness and crying sounds i would make about that last crush. ( i'll tell you all about the futile friendzone failure next time, laydeez).
i went rollerskating recently. twerking while skating is not just a myth. it exists.
my dad made our dog a bed out of a cardboard produce box and foam. true life: my dad is frugal and inventive. he also "won" 48 bottles of poise feminine wash, but that's a story for another day.
