2005-07-29 - 5:11 p.m.

Did you expect something sequenced and relevant? DID YOU? You don't get it, I'm afraid.

Um um um. No funny links! How will we survived? I ate pizza today. My hair got in it and now I am sad. Hair - too long. Too long. I got it cut and hacked longer than my handspan is wide, but it's still too long. If I ever get pregnant it comes off before it gets thick. (Also the idea of brushing out knots after childbirth? No.) I love that my main considerations of pregnancy are how it affects the hair. Poor hair is never given any attention, though, so allow it this pleasure. Split ends :( !!
Now, that other pregnancy thing (you know, babies) -- visiting the one recently born, um, next week. It will be exciting.

A dialogue between neck and self:
Neck: I'm dead now!
Me: Huh wha'?
Neck: Blehhhhhh.
Me: Um. Um.
Neck: HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Me: Ow. Um. Ow.
Neck: Damn, I tire of this.
Me: Hoorah! I am so gla--
Neck: HA!
Me: (swear, swear, curse, swear)

Pff. You know what, spine and ribs and knee-joints and hips and glands and nasal cavity and throat and eyeballs? I can get you all amputated. That's right. Every single one of you. So you just keep all well-behaved! (Do you think this will work? No, I didn't think so either.)
Stand by for the exciting world of me, testing images! (That's right, you get images. If diaryland allows people to see photo-bucket hosted crappies. Who knows? Nobody. Nobody. It is a void of knowledge. But I will know, hence the whole, testing images thing.)