janitoriallowance

imamembered. so, people are everywhere. all over the place. and they're great. really great. and they're everywhere. i mean it. those people you've seen everywhere--they're everywhere. and they're great. and, here's the kicker. you can talk with them. and hang out with them. and laugh and dance and sing with them. all that.
and it is.
all that, i mean.
can i say "all that" anymore?
probably not.
anyway, the end is nowhere near 5 year un-near, not even nearly.
but if i see-saw to the people every once in a frequently wildebeast, then maybe successful i'll try not to die from alonely.
study. study. study.
study.

well, i blew the splendid mood of this post in a hurry, so...
here's picture of my cousin and me to restore a sense of blogawesomeness: dissolve. tickly throated i woke and went store-ing to alberston's, yes, where the things are for sale. and i came out with airborne, the much recommended, by teacher invented, round goods for my ail. and guess what? it tasted ok. almost good. AND placebo or nottingham, i indeed felt afterbetterified.

however, did a second grade teacher really come up with these medicinal tablets, like it says on the tube? i'm not sure i buy that even though i bought that. not that a second grade teacher isn't capable of creating a dietary supplement. it just seems like something a chemist or somebody would do. i could probably look it up on wikipedia.

ok. i looked it up on wikipedia.
yep. apparently Victoria Knight-McDowell just started making experimental vitamin brews and came up with airborne. i also learned that i'll probably get a kidney stone now that i've ingested the capsulized fruits of her labors.

anyway, here's something that can't be tarnished. thanksgiving break was marvelacious and created a danger that i would never return to the taylor. here are some passive descriptions from a list too long to list: rockets were launched. races were run. dances were danced. boggle was boggled. songs were sung. crosswords were crossed. canyons were coasted. football was watched. shakespeare was studied. dreams were dreamed. tastes were tasted. gravy was groovy.
thankgoodnessforthanksgivingforwhichigivethankfulthanks.

and finally. my wardrobe is an egg.

dedications: jenn gets ryan adams singing "dear chicago," stungib gets himself singing that one song he likes about the elf named willie (is it willie? i don't remember), and lastly, andrea gets "the voices" by nada surf, for obvious reasons.

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so, if you've been battling demons and demands for nights on endless, and you have no blessed sleep in your bodily reserve, and you are paler and sicklier than your usual unusual, and you wake up in the bittersweet haze of having refound the ground beneath your feetly feet, hard and cold but aglow in the beams under white flying flag, and your room is a mess and your papers are scattered and the daylight's a fast folding chair, and the water runs out and your eyefingers burn and it's earlytoolate and you're thinking of her, don't listen to"the best of you" while you eat breakfast.
because you'll cry on your toast.

productionarileeway

chexmix: scott made some. it was delicious.
problem: i think it gave me acid-reflux.
rationale: i ate a lot of it and then my acid seemed to be refluxing.
help-seeking behavior: i consulted an expert (you know who you army), hoping i could drink some sort of glue-like fluid and be done with it.
disappointment: no dice. or dice, but no doubles.
solution: i ceased to eat the chexmix and the acid stayed fluxed.
aftermath: english
other news:
lamealarm: suddenly so saddle shy am i, am i, am i. kickle me with spoken spurs or not.
machinery: the cogs in my nition are turning too slowly.
recurrent: i have never left a single thing behind me for good.
dedications:
mal gets jimi's "little miss lover"
rick gets a heart-wrenching cohortian rendition of "miss you like crazy"
and sarah gets whatever she wants (but just for today)

misteak n' eggs on a toastily toast

(how foolish i branchly appear)

no one i tree is in my think: not for the tree so profound, but my think gnarly so

gnarly so gnarly so gnarly so gnarly so gnarly so gnarly so gnarly so

claritease: i seam to get misinterpreted more often than knot. sorry to all-around-the-mulberry-bushel-ize. you and yours will know. or do.

infectious: the new redwalls album is growing on me like a fuzzed-out fungus of retrorock.

signal: two sharp knocks or two small bricks