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Oct. 29th, 2003 10:04 pmAnother sign that this broken computer situation has gone on too long ... I keep catching myself pausing when I'm writing stuff out everytime I reach an H or a G as if a magical keyboard will pop up in front of my face for me to type with.
So anyway, my brother's senior pictures, which my mom sent me this week. The general consensus is that Bryan is a major hottie. I don't see it, but then again, I'm not a minor Biblical female character or that chick who played Kevin Spacey's sister on "Wiseguy".
*user shuffles through the photos*
Sheesh, the kid even looks taller than me in pictures. If everyone else would stop being so damn tall, I'd really appreciate it. It'd be nice if I could go one day without surpressing the urge to join the Lollipop Guild and skip merrily down the Yellow Brick Road.
Ooo, and I have a cold. Blech. If you blow your nose so hard, you sprain a knee, that's bad, right?
See, the funniest thing is that not only am I constantly sneezing, but I'm doing it in the style of that itty bitty little Tiny Toons mouse. So basically, what you have in the aftermath of one of my sneezes is me standing there all small and cute and "Bless me, I've been sick," and meanwhile in the background, homes lie in ruins and Red Cross people comfort the victims and the poor, defenseless masses try vainly to rebuild their shattered, devastated lives.
Apparently, insurance companies have no coverage for "giant, Richter-registering sneeze coming out of tiny, inobtrusive woman". Who'da thunk it?
So anyway, my brother's senior pictures, which my mom sent me this week. The general consensus is that Bryan is a major hottie. I don't see it, but then again, I'm not a minor Biblical female character or that chick who played Kevin Spacey's sister on "Wiseguy".
*user shuffles through the photos*
Sheesh, the kid even looks taller than me in pictures. If everyone else would stop being so damn tall, I'd really appreciate it. It'd be nice if I could go one day without surpressing the urge to join the Lollipop Guild and skip merrily down the Yellow Brick Road.
Ooo, and I have a cold. Blech. If you blow your nose so hard, you sprain a knee, that's bad, right?
See, the funniest thing is that not only am I constantly sneezing, but I'm doing it in the style of that itty bitty little Tiny Toons mouse. So basically, what you have in the aftermath of one of my sneezes is me standing there all small and cute and "Bless me, I've been sick," and meanwhile in the background, homes lie in ruins and Red Cross people comfort the victims and the poor, defenseless masses try vainly to rebuild their shattered, devastated lives.
Apparently, insurance companies have no coverage for "giant, Richter-registering sneeze coming out of tiny, inobtrusive woman". Who'da thunk it?