|Every little painful minute of this peice of shit!
||[Mar. 11th, 2005|01:51 am]
|||||Ben Folds Five - I Paid My Money||]|
I really don't have anything to say anymore. I don't have a reason why and all I can do lately is babble somewhat incoherently about all the masses of nothing I've got going on. It's been five months, though. That's sublime. Seriously. I would never have survived the last three months without the last five months overlapping it. I hope it can end soon, the three months, not the five. I want five months to go on forever. Eternity even. That's a might long time.
I have picked up the fine art of needle felting. So far this has left me with:
-A hot pink monkey
-A brown and beige kitty with ginormous ears
-A ladybug that I finally found
-Bits of leftover carded New Zealand wool
-Wacky needles with barbs because being insanely sharp is not all that a needle can aspire to be
-An intense wonderment as to what else I could manage since there seem to be no books to facilitate project ideas.
Yeah, that's about it. Wait, no. I got new (pinstriped) pants, and a blazer with a velvet collar (99 cents) and I found that chinese food container purse from Archie McPhee's at St Vinnies today for a fraction of the price. No skirts though. You are not your Swedish modern furniture, but I apparently am.