My grandfather died ]; . He was 93. He had Stage III liver cancer. It is sad. I never really knew him, so it's not like I'm gushing tears of a wounded soul, but yeah, it's pretty melancholy.
Also, every time I burp I taste hot dogs. Okay, that was kind of gross. And my dad just came and accused me of typing out a line when he came just so I could prove that I wasn't chatting online. I'm like "wtf, how could I be chatting?? I'm effing blogging." Parentals. [shakes head ruefully].
You ask me, "HOW WAS THE TIMMY TEST??" I say, "Twas okay. Did you get 4 for the last scratch paper problem involving 99, 1, and 100?" Yeah, it was pretty straightforward and all.
My thoughts are uncommonly disconnected. Actually, all I can think about is: Kona Cotton by Robert Kaufman, mukluks, and people in my dreams. I love love love the fact that Kona comes in soooo many different colors. It's absolutely beautiful. Solid is the way to go. LARLARLARLARLARLARLARLAR. See, I try to keep this blog as focused as possible. Well, as possible as my randomousity lets me. LAR. Omg we need Kona pictures!
221 colors to effing choose from!!
The 42 new color jelly roll set. LooooOve. It's so purty. I know I will buy it someday and stare at it for days. It will hold a place of honor next to my Domo and my Beanie Babies. I will dance with it in the backyard on the eve of a full moon. The happiness that continues to elude me will finally be in my possession, and I can get rid of this nefarious hot dog aftertaste. Do you know how many suicidal, dung-mucking cows died and were shipped thousands of miles just to make that one hot dog from Costco? I'm pretty sure it's a large number. That's BAD.
Cows need to be milked, or else their udders will get backed up and then 'splode. That is gross. MILK THE DARN COW. No more thoughts about a happy, vegetarian Eden where all the farm animals run free. They will be eaten by their carnivorous bethren, not to mention terrorized by navy squirrels.
I have like, some potbelly thing that I NEED TO GET RID OF because it hinders my diaphragm and you know the consequences are disastrous in these types of scenarios. Thank goodness we're running on Saturday, I need a good dosing of negative calories. Oooooh, pretty colors. I always have to think of a different story for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, but then I kind of get stuck at the first one. I mean, I can think of billions of things where they're a long list of related articles (i.e. the 500 pencil project), and I attempt to write a bit of brilliance for each and every one and don't go anywhere. It's kind of sad, because I'd like to be someone who can finish things.
Also, ayumills.blogspot.com is probably too busy to blog, but I wish she would. I do dearly love her work.
What I'm reading: Daughter of the Flames by Zoe Marriott What I'm feeling: RRrrrr? LARLARLAR.