4:41 p.m. - 2005-10-13
Squirrel. Massacre.
Blam! Blam! Blam!
Oh, the squirrel-ity!
"After eating the Belpre settlers' entire corn crop, the squirrels (which are not especially known for their aquatic prowess) swam across the Ohio River en masse and began devouring West Virginia!"
I got nothing today. My brain is fried.
Sagittarius.
I think I’ll get this for Joey for his birthday. It’s a sucky gift, but as I said my brain is fried. It’s either this or a toaster, but I seem never to be able to get him the right toaster. So far I’ve returned one, and he refuses to use mine at his place. I don’t blame him. It was my Grandma’s. She used it every day for a good 25 years. Toast with margarine and a few cups of Folgers Crystals for breakfast.
I’m not even going to reach 500 words today, am I?
What else have I got…
In which seventy-one of the following words are not mine.
Oh, yeah. I received an interesting email today from The Coolest Woman Ever*, whom I met over the weekend. TCWE has a graduate degree in English, and her partner is currently in the PhD program which I’m attempting to vacate. Her email directly correlates with this post. Here’s the what —
Oh, my god, I just put your name to your face. You are the unlucky one who had to proof the training section of the website! My condolences. Oh, and just so you don't think I'm a total moron, I claim no responsibility for the training section and its many typos. [Your sucky area] is the one area that I did not rewrite for last Feb's launch. I feel absolved now.
And now I feel absolved, too.
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*excepting the Great and Glorious Shakster.
