This is my own little soapbox. Disclaimer: It is not written by someone you think you know, but by her evil twin. Absolutely nothing said here is true. Everything, including the last statement, is a complete work of fiction. This blog is completely boring, and includes entries on when I last washed my dishes, how many pairs of socks I've crocheted, and the occasional rant. These are not the droids you're looking for. Move along.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Murphy
The morning after I stay up until 2am reading, the kid next door decides to play with a basketball next to my head.
Of course, now that I'm up, I think his parents have sent him outside.
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