When you look up and realize you've got twistie ties and colored pencils in your hair, it's time to take a walk. (But please, do us all a favor and put on some real pants.)
I Know Whereof I Warn
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sadly, this is me more often than not.
When you look up and realize you've got twistie ties and colored pencils in your hair, it's time to take a walk. (But please, do us all a favor and put on some real pants.)
When you look up and realize you've got twistie ties and colored pencils in your hair, it's time to take a walk. (But please, do us all a favor and put on some real pants.)
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hahaa, scary how accurate that is... Also, I just broke the back off my chair the other day in my mad dash to the kitchen b/c I had forgotten I had something on the stove. Writing + cooking does not work.
So... Can you define "real" pants? Do pajama pants count? No? Ah, sweatpants it is, then. *Sigh*
Being eccentric is such a bother sometimes.
No, you're not really crazy until the "If I'm not leaving the house, then why should I wear shoes" turns into "I just need a bottle of milk, and these don't look too much like pyjama pants...Ah, I'll risk it." And, you know, I'm still not the craziest person in my neighbourhood.
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