Yah.

I have:
50oz Arm & Hammer Superabsorbent Maxi Pads
Written on my hand in permanent marker.
They were supposed to be two different things I have to remember to buy at the store.
Now it just looks like I want a really big absorbent pad.

I'm at work. I'm tired.

I made Laycee a most delicious compressed edition of the Greatest Hits (Mariah Carey) package I made for her last year, which has gone vanished/scratched. This time it has 2 less discs, which is grand.

Why the hell am I telling you this. Diary, I hate you.
I didn't mean that. Don't ever leave me. I don't want to hit you.

Hmmm...
My cousin isn't being allowed to go to school in TEXAS because of his long hair. My mom contacted the state something-or-other and they're giving the school a list of demands, and if they don't follow them, they're taking them to court. For Texas has a FREEDOM OF RELIGION law which includes Native Americans.
Poor little guy. You should see him. He's just the cutest little thing. With long black hair, always smiling. Just this tiny thing that runs around getting into trouble.

This does not change my belief that children are evil and unnecessary.

At Subway, Joann made "le boodayh" because she heard I was moving. Then her counterpart gave me a hard time for various sexual things. So I went behind the counter and gave HER a bad time.
AAAA!!!

I don't want to move. It's scary.
I'm not sure where the heck I'd stay in Minneapolis anyway. My brother Michael's lease is over at his apartment and he's moving in with his woman. Marcus is moving back home before he moves to California. And Shawn lives in a house with 2 girls. I don't want to stay with Shawn.
Anyway, if I do go there either next weekend or the weekend after, I hope Tara has some weird appointment or something and we can go shopping at dollar stores. And I can oooo and awww about the wonders of taxes.

You'd think I'd have more to say. But I don't.