Sunday, March 02, 2008

...if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care.

Yeah, there's broken glass everywhere. Someone, maybe me, broke a glass in my living room. I can't really specify when, but I vaguely remember it happening. I know it was when people were over, so it was more than a month ago, but I still constantly find shards in my carpet. It's worse than glitter.

I guess I should buy a vacuum, but currently I find picking up whatever little bits of dirt i find while laying on the floor with the computer much cheaper.

Unrelated: After spending some time on ratemyink.com, I have decided that if you have a nautical star tattoo and have never raided a spanish galleon, you are shunned from society.

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