-My laptop. Four years, two drops, one on the stairs, one completely depleated battery, two doom-filled anaylsises from Mac specialists, and it's still going strong. It loves me like Iove it, and doesn't ever give up.
-You, Ms. Skoosiepants, becuase you outshine even David Hewlett with your awesome.
-The word 'awesome'. Because, well. Yeah.
-My dad, for listening me babble about Sarah Lawrence and yes, I know it's expensive but, I'd give my left foot to go there, so listening to me, and saying, okay. Okay, let's get some paperwork together, and see when we can visit.
-My mom. For giving up going, full ride, to one of the best universites in the world so she could minimum wage to help support her mother and family. For finally following her dreams and going to culinary school, and doing so well. For loving her kids more than life itself.
-Bandom, and all the bands therein. But especially Gerard. For being beautiful and smart and so damn pro-women. And Frank. For his pot-giggle and kissing G and for him not understanding homophobia.
-My dog. For not getting mad at me when I call her a fat ass and try to push her off the bed and for being so damn adorable when she wants to go out, spinning in circles and widening her eyes and doing a little growly thing.
-Speaking of commercials- that one Liberty Mutual commercial, where it's the chain-of-doing-good-things. It makes me feel like such a sap because I'm always like, near tears by the time its over.
-Sushi. Mmmmmm. sushi. I could eat Mikeyway's weight in sushi. Because, at least for me, I could eat a lot of it, but never feel gross or bloated. Just sort of clean and fresh.
-To end with one you started, because this is getting ridiculously long so I might finish it in my journal: My two year old jeans from Gap, the ones that the inner thighs and back right pocket have worn out on so I've (badly) patched them with paisely fabic and iron-on demin patches. The ones that are the right length in that they aren't short enough to annoy me, or long enough to trip me.
*grins* Bob Motherfucking Byar, damn right, my friend.
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-My laptop. Four years, two drops, one on the stairs, one completely depleated battery, two doom-filled anaylsises from Mac specialists, and it's still going strong. It loves me like Iove it, and doesn't ever give up.
-You, Ms. Skoosiepants, becuase you outshine even David Hewlett with your awesome.
-The word 'awesome'. Because, well. Yeah.
-My dad, for listening me babble about Sarah Lawrence and yes, I know it's expensive but, I'd give my left foot to go there, so listening to me, and saying, okay. Okay, let's get some paperwork together, and see when we can visit.
-My mom. For giving up going, full ride, to one of the best universites in the world so she could minimum wage to help support her mother and family. For finally following her dreams and going to culinary school, and doing so well. For loving her kids more than life itself.
-Bandom, and all the bands therein. But especially Gerard. For being beautiful and smart and so damn pro-women. And Frank. For his pot-giggle and kissing G and for him not understanding homophobia.
-My dog. For not getting mad at me when I call her a fat ass and try to push her off the bed and for being so damn adorable when she wants to go out, spinning in circles and widening her eyes and doing a little growly thing.
-Speaking of commercials- that one Liberty Mutual commercial, where it's the chain-of-doing-good-things. It makes me feel like such a sap because I'm always like, near tears by the time its over.
-Sushi. Mmmmmm. sushi. I could eat Mikeyway's weight in sushi. Because, at least for me, I could eat a lot of it, but never feel gross or bloated. Just sort of clean and fresh.
-To end with one you started, because this is getting ridiculously long so I might finish it in my journal: My two year old jeans from Gap, the ones that the inner thighs and back right pocket have worn out on so I've (badly) patched them with paisely fabic and iron-on demin patches. The ones that are the right length in that they aren't short enough to annoy me, or long enough to trip me.
*grins* Bob Motherfucking Byar, damn right, my friend.