Thought Log

Michael's should sell wine. Or as Ally called it, "craft juice".

No car ride is as quickly/efficiently maneuvered as the drive home after working 13 hours.

A great name for a bulldog would be "Michael Bull-ble".

4 year old Nanny Kid looked up at me while playing with his toys and said, "This is the life!", and I laughed forever. But he's right.

We're not true friends until I have a nickname for you. Or at least a pet name.

Any professor who writes an article on why student-faculty consensual relationships shouldn't be banned definitely wants to bang, like, all their students.

Im not saying that Obama is the best president we have ever had, but if Mitt Romney wins I will eat my own face.

You know what's just as bad, maybe worse, than lying about how you feel? Lying about how you felt. People change what they felt in a past moment to suit their present situation. "Well, I thought it was love, but I was just drunk/lonely." or "I didn't really want x (whatever goal) that bad." or "This is what I really was supposed to be doing with my life all along." or "I didn't care much for him/her at the time, but I was just proud and couldn't realize my true emotions." Self preservation is a deceitful bitch.

Going to a formal event Saturday. Looking for a dress that hides all of my body. And also most of my face.

I have to stop shutting my eyes "just for a second, just to rest them" while driving.

Speaking of eyes, I have to stop trying to shoot knives out of mine at people who annoy me; I actually think someone figured out what I was doing today.

Seriously, folks, I will eat my face. Bath salts style.