You can make a custom box of 64 at TheCrayolaStore.com for $9. Sadly, the 64 crayons will only be divided between 1-4 colors, but! BUT! This means no more icky colors that you hate in your box! Wooooooooo! *waves goodbye to yellow, flips orange the bird*

You’d think after an ice storm last night, it would’ve cooled off some.

*sweats*

sounds like jc chasez, “a.d.l.i.d.a.s. (sleeper cell remix)”

I’m trying to tell myself that its ridiculous to cancel my Blender subscription just because they’re putting Hilary Duff on next month’s cover.

It would probably work better if the part of me arguing it didn’t secretly agree with the other part.

August is sucking so far for my mom. Broken arm, infected eye, possibily of the beginnings of a cataract. Its leaving me with selfish thoughts that have me on the edge of shaking and crying and hiding under the desk.

I’d like for it to be September now, please.

I’d like to be dead now, please.

I think I might go to bed. If I can calm back down enough to sleep, anyway.

sounds like cami rickea, “take it back (acoustic)”

Added a comments feature to my blog. Why, I have no clue. I’d say I’m a glutton for punishment, but that would imply that people read this.

I have this nagging urge to watch Resident Evil. I’m blaming the fact that I read the novelization yesterday. It was pretty good, it gave some more depth to everyone — particularly Lisa, who had none — and I liked having some background. I kept getting incredibly annoyed at the author’s focus on the “impracticality” of Alice’s “thigh-high boots,” though. Primarily because they were the most practical item she had on and, oh, yes, THEY WEREN’T FUCKING THIGH HIGH. The thigh is the region between knee and hip, folks, and those puppies came in just under the knee.

And really, while they clearly weren’t something she would have put on had she known she was going to be fighting biological horrors that day, the heel was maybe three inches and pretty chunky; they were about as practical a woman’s boot as you’re going to find outside of hiking boots, and Uggs, which are so-called for a reason thankyouverymuch.

All in all, probably wouldn’t have bothered me as much if he’d spent equal (or any) time harping on the dress — which, hey, he described perfectly and was not practical for anything besides possibly masturbating — or if he had any vague idea of where the thigh is/what qualifies as thigh-high boots.

And in other news…I really like crunchy noodles.