On Monday, all I cared about was the weather.
I'm sick of these triple degree heat days.
On Tuesday, I wanted to run away from Dallas on a jet plane.
The hand sanitizer is ever present after watching Contagion.
Today's last resort is to hope that I'm secretly a witch with magical powers and can perform Aquamendi.
Apparently my Barrista hasn't read Harry Potter.
Harminey Granger: You sing a C and I'll take 1/3 above that, m'kay?
In other news, I finally dropped a Facebook "Friend" and feel pretty good about that decision.
Not because of their postings or anything, it was just terribly hypocritical to say they are my "friend" when I don't really give a flying rats patootie about them.
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Going to FB now to see if I was the friend you dropped.
Nopes. I told you who I dropped?
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