Rage, I tell you. Rage, and wish for fire to be rained down upon them.
Six. SIX, from one page.
Applied for a job... er... day-before-yesterday. At the Save-On where Shannon works. Think I'll live to regret it. :(
These Biore nose strip things? They work. Little sister keeps ripping them off, then running into my room, tears streaming down her face (because apparently they're about as painless as leg waxing... o.O), and showing me the little strip. One word. Ewww...
Finished the book(s) Kimry lent me - now nothing to read. Sigh.
Rambling pointlessly. Hmm.
Ooh. Monty Python. :)