i want to show you:
- proof that i am actually an 83 year old woman trapped in auntil then, you will have to close your eyes and picture our new roomate. that's right. the ants brought a friend. initially we thought it was a picklehair tumbleweed, but then we realized (as it scurried beneath our fridge) it's a mouse. and only 53 more days left till the lease is up! thank goodness! i thought it was like a month or so. so it's not that bad, right?
hotreasonable 24 year old body. or, more accurately, that i am a power crocheter. i am less good at the knitting. despite my valiant and admirable efforts. admire my efforts, bitches!
- food. because sometimes i make things that are pretty. last night i made something that looked like poop.
- where i live, including but not necessarily limited to: my actual apartment, my street, my neighboorhood (including the lawn-pooping couch-burning crack house neighbors) and my general driving radius, which should give you access to some pretty entertaining people, like the lady who cleans her peep at the bus stop on the corner. imagine the fun we could have here, people.
- the places i went this weekend and what i got there (i will actually write about that tomorrow i think, once Boy videos what i got so i can use single frames as digital pictures. because i would go through that technological nightmare in order to provide visual aids to you. because i care that much.
please help me.