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I resemble that remark.

omg omg omg -- wait, i need pants.

Y'all need to get used to the fact that I am going to be spazzing about oregoonie's impending visit UNTIL SHE'S HERE. And once she's here you're going to get inundated with pictures and funny stories and we'll be wanderlust damn hell ass kings. AND IT WILL BE MADE OF AWESOME.

In other news, that "food? what's that for?" thing I do when I'm stressed has put my weight back at 145. Too skinny for the fat pants, too fat for the skinny pants. So I've stuffed me into an old pair of jeans from high school (so old, in fact, that I've worn holes in both knees) for today's painting with Dave, because if there's one thing you don't want when you're hanging out with your fake-brother, it's for your pants to fall off. Although these might fall apart. Crap.

You ever have one of those days where you just want to line people up and whap 'em in the back of the head with a hockey stick? You ever have one of those months when half of your life is going great and the other half makes you want to bash your head into a wall? Yeah. Me too.

I don't care if you sink or swim
Lock me out or let me in
Where I'm going or where I've been
I don't mind at all

I don't mind if the government falls
Implements more futile laws
I don't care if the nation stalls
And I don't care at all