And Had Given Her A Heart To Understand What My Heart Used To Be

Commercials are dumb
unless they're funny.

Sex was a lot sexier when Sue Johanson wasn't talking all about it in her old lady voice.
But despite that fact, there's still a part of me that wishes I were Canadian. Canadienne?

And also there is a large part of me that wanted to be a pre-western expansion Indian. That would be amazing.

Or to be Irish, that would be cool.

Or a milkmaid.
Actually, not a milkmaid
because one time I milked a cow and it was disgusting. The stench of poop was unbearably thick in the air, and putting my hand to the cow's udder made my bashful face explode, quite literally. And the cow seemed pretty pissed off throughout the ordeal. Sorry, cow, I don't know how to milk you. Why did I ever take this crazy job as a milkmaid, anyway? I'm supposed to be living off the land in the neolithic finger lakes with my silky black hair flowing down!

I bought a flower pin today. It's made of yarn and it can be a hair-thing if I want it to be.

Furthermore, I went bonkers in Target's $1 Section today.
I bought:
a) a sewing kit
b) a lingerie bag
c) a set of miniature dry erase markers
d) a black lightbulb
e) a rainbow lightbulb
f) a spatula
g) a slotted spoon
h) a letter separator
i) some recycled yellow liner paper
j) two frames
k) some interchangeable pictures that fit in said frames
l) uh that's it I think.

Big day,
big day.

BIG DAY!!