so there's this humongoid snow storm coming our way and i leave david's an hour early. am i on drugs?
ok, so it's not like i could've gotten snowed in there. ha. that would be interresting. something tells me david, dan and i would be staring at a fake fire in the middle of the livingroom floor trying to keep warm...
yes, we're a-tarded.
amen to Laura's feeling of pity for those addicted to coffee. my sister, who is 19, has convinced my father, who is 50, that they needed a new coffee maker. did she get one? of course. does she go to starbucks anyways every morning after her first cup? more likely than not. oh the shame. the girls at my work make a pot every day at exactly 3:30. hello, you have three hours of work left...not even, you have 2.5. you REALLY need to make that pot?
i suppose it's so they feel accepted by one another. you know, like gathering around the water cooler every morning or something. then again, i don't gather and i'm just as weird as they are...
i also think people like the ones Eowyn wrote about about should be smacked. very hard. in the face. with a chair.
some babies are ugly, yes, but that doesn't justify killing them. spiders are ugly, but we can't kill them cause they keep the mosquito population down. ok, so that was a real bad analogy...
i guess she (ie: the person who said babies were ugly) was an acception to the rule. and the way she thinks is downright scary. can you believe she would actually say somtething like that. well, i guess i can, nothing in this world shocks me anymore.
Cheryl likes Hannah's writings too. it's a wonder how one person can say something and you feel exactly the same. i guess it's because she writes what every normal person feels. all the emotions. her talent, however is putting that into a form so that no matter what you're going through, no matter who you are (or think you are...) you can come back to basics. remember who you're here for. i like that. makes me smile.
thanks for everyone who contrubuted to my musings tonight. hopefully i'll be able to sleep in tomorrow morning. large piles of snow, no work...if only.
- Weller