*kittie yawn*

I'm here.

Got here 20 minutes late, but I know *I* don't care.

They're lucky I got here. I got to shovel my car out and out from UNDER the mounds of snow. The bastards at my complex plowed the cars in.

Grrr.

I'd say we got around a foot. Here in Wayne, it's not so bad. Maybe like, 6 inches.

Ass.

So friggin tired.

OH! ammre, the juggling website is down, did you get an email if tonight is still on?

Edit Nevermind Anne, it's back up and yes it's awwwnnn. :D

"...why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?"

Flashback, over a year ago.

I'm tired of people saying nice things...

when it's too late.

And cruel things...

when life counts.




What would you say at my eulogy?

I can do this.

One hour and thirty three minutes.

I can do this.

*tries not to nod off*

*sigh*

33 minutes.

So sleepie.

*laughs*

guavmom, you raised one funnie boy!

Yet another reason I keep her son on my list, cause it's all about the pooptrench.

*snickers*

This is just to horrify embly917 really.

Hermoine grows up.