Happy Easter!
Mar. 31st, 2002 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageotogiUm... Yeah, happies to all Easter celebrators!
Oh, I was wrong. My hands aren't purple. My fingers are yellow, so it looks as though I've been smoking for a very long time. Considering I've only smoked once (my grandfather decided it would be fun to kick me of the habit before I ever considered starting- I was six at the time), that isn't necessarily a good thing. I'm hoping it'll wash off by tomorrow, but I doubt it. We use the same kind of dye my mother uses when she decorates her cakes, which means it's semi-permanent when you don't mix it with plain white icing. The cakes are always fantastic, but that doesn't mean I want the dye all over me.
I just noticed I got some on my pants. Damn.
I don't even like eggs that much, really...
...
Okay, so I do. Which is good, because I'll probably be eating them for the next week. The only other people in my house who like 'em are Andy and Dad, but Dad's not allowed to eat 'em and Andy has one of the worst memories I know.
Well, what was I going to say? Oh yeah!
Shout out to Abby, who got a glow-worm and the kiss I'll be hearing about for a century from her favorite boy-toy, and to Leilla, who's finally through with her Gundam Wing withdraw, and to Amie, who's going to be cursing up a storm when we go back to school on Tuesday.
I've got to give Abby a call tomorrow about my parking privileges.
Damn.
I hate making phone calls.
Oh, I was wrong. My hands aren't purple. My fingers are yellow, so it looks as though I've been smoking for a very long time. Considering I've only smoked once (my grandfather decided it would be fun to kick me of the habit before I ever considered starting- I was six at the time), that isn't necessarily a good thing. I'm hoping it'll wash off by tomorrow, but I doubt it. We use the same kind of dye my mother uses when she decorates her cakes, which means it's semi-permanent when you don't mix it with plain white icing. The cakes are always fantastic, but that doesn't mean I want the dye all over me.
I just noticed I got some on my pants. Damn.
I don't even like eggs that much, really...
...
Okay, so I do. Which is good, because I'll probably be eating them for the next week. The only other people in my house who like 'em are Andy and Dad, but Dad's not allowed to eat 'em and Andy has one of the worst memories I know.
Well, what was I going to say? Oh yeah!
Shout out to Abby, who got a glow-worm and the kiss I'll be hearing about for a century from her favorite boy-toy, and to Leilla, who's finally through with her Gundam Wing withdraw, and to Amie, who's going to be cursing up a storm when we go back to school on Tuesday.
I've got to give Abby a call tomorrow about my parking privileges.
Damn.
I hate making phone calls.
