I Don’t Even Know Myself Anymore
The Husband and I went antiquing this afternoon. Because apparently we do that now.
Screw You, 2:30am.
One of the side effects of the sleeping pill I take is insomnia. Insomnia. From a sleep aid.
Alanis Morissette should have written a verse about that. (It’s like insom-nee-aaaaah from your temazepaaaaam… Has a certain ring to it, no?)
New Deodorant Makes Me Smell Like a Bloody Froot Loop
Interestingly, it’s men’s deodorant.
Why am I keeping these? Anyone?
Will future generations somehow care that on April 16, 2007 I left the office without completing “EECRS input” and whatever “TP/DP crossover” was?
