Unconditional Love

Alice has recently discovered that she can sit on my desk and look out my window into the backyard.

I like to imagine she's watching the sunrise.

Two months, eh?

Robin: it's a much cuter picture with my cousin in it, but there's no way i'm posting a picture of my cousin online where creepy people could get to it
Robin: 'cause then i'd have to castrate them personally
Robin: and that's gross
Linda: you are so weird

Dear Vincent from Project Runway,

Stop saying things like "It turns me on" and hitting on the famous French designer chick. It's not cool, it's not sexy, you are not Austin Powers, you sound like a giant perv and everytime I hear the words "It turns me on" come out of your mouth it makes me want to punch you in the face.

All my love,
Robin

You know you're having too much fun when you laugh so hard you fall back and wind up with a big bump on your head.

The amount of people I've had to say goodbye to this summer is completely depressing.

Quandry

If someone could explain to me why I always get hungry right as I'm trying to go to sleep, I'd owe you a hug.

*I'm not sure if I spelled or used "quandry" right. If I'm wrong, please accept my deepest apologies.

**I get wordy when I need to sleep. I'm also typing with only one eye open. Special.

***I also posted this on Myspace because I'm needy.

****I accidently spelled "Quandry" as "Q!uandry" at first and I think it looks slightly cool. More words should have exclamation points in them.

*****Too...many...asterisks!!!!!!!

Gratuitous Cute Kitten Picture Below

I wish I could sleep in a kitten pile...

Picture courtesy of Cute Overload

While I'm at it, my charity for July was this organization that helps animals in Israel. Charity is good for you, go do something nice. If you do, maybe you'll get to sleep in a kitten pile, too. Aw.

Been tryin' to meet you...

Part of what's really difficult with a public blog is the fact that it's..well...public. People (hopefully?) read it. So when you really just want to go off on something or someone, you can't. I mean, you can, but if you do there'll definitely be consequences which kinda blows. Sometimes I think everyone should have a venting buddy who you can email in time of crisis or hissy fit with every scathing mean whiny mopey bit of crap that you need to get off your chest. You can always post it somewhere anonymously, of course, but sometimes that's just not enough. Sometimes you're cranky and you want to OWN your crankiness. You want to rip something to shreds and you want someone to know you did it. That's part of why I think I couldn't ever do the post secret thing...at least the way it's intended. I'd always feel the urge to say to someone "See that one...that was me".

This is entirely random. I'm off to check silly websites and play silly internet games. Later.