It's true that when people are high, they often don't remember the things they did or said. Or perhaps they suffered from memory loss. Whatever the reason, I can't remember what happened during break at choir, except that I laughed lots and my friends should pay me for gifting them with more time in their life via laughter. It all happened when I ate those graham crackers... and then I was off about flab and ab and toothpaste. Did you ever realize that ab was in flab? That means that somewhere down there, over the rainbow, there are abs under your flab(s). Like hidden treasure. I had a dream a couple nights ago, when I had abs. I was like, "Whoah, what are these things?" and someone else said, "Dude, those are abs." I poked them. They were strangely non-flabby. Then I was like [WIN]. I also chucked the last graham cracker into the bushes in an effort at rehab. Hopefully they are good composts, unlike corrugated cardboard. Remember- Cardboard no, delicious yes.

I would like very much to make myself a tidy little messenger bag via http://wkdesigner.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/push-the-envelope/. The only thing that sucks about it is that I gotta print out or pdf the pattern or something or draw it myself. And it's not very visual, but oh well. jcarolinecreative.com is also having huge fabric clearance and I so want to get my hands on: