Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I need some IQ-lowering-shows...So I've got enough time to talk now.
But I can't seem to come up with anything to talk about. Nothing to blog about.
But I've got nothing. I turn to other blogs to give me inspiration to talk about something, anything but all the topics seem so... well, un-funny.
I need something crazy.
And that was an attempt at being funny.
Obviously it was a pathetic attempt.
I blame this to all the times I've been forced to buck down and [insert a shudder-for-the-love-of-all-that-is-childish-and-immature-and-purple-usually-pink-but-I-love-purple-more-so-back-off-ahem-purple!-bunny-slippers-ing] be responsible.
I'm growing up.
Somebody grab a shotgun and shoot me in-between my eyes.
Or somewhere that really hurts.
She who abandons the sister-brother-hood-of-the-purple-bunny-slippers-ing-club need to be hurt.
Lotsa love, Jana
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