1/10/06

Flavor of the Month paperback), but I’m a lover and not a fighter (shaddup), so I restrained myself. But rather than churning out an entry, I’m going to go lay on the couch and relax so that no murders are committed in the And3rson household today. Hmm. If I tossed up a cat picture or two and put up link to my previous January 10th entries, this would pass as an entry, wouldn’t it?

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James Frey might be a great big liar. Figures.
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I’m very, very, very, very saddened that I cut his head off in this picture, because otherwise it’d be the best picture EVER. (He was laying in the cat bed and Tommy was doing something in the dining room that caught his interest, so he stood up to see what was going on)
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Previously 2005: Back from Maine! 2004: My parents’ Christmas decorations. 2003: And yet, show me a zit and I’m on it in two seconds flat. 2002: “IF YOU WERE THAT FUCKING INTERESTED IN HOW MUCH EVERYTHING COST, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION WHEN SHE WAS RINGING IT ALL UP!” 2001: My body gave me two birthday presents yesterday – my period (a day early) AND a mild return case of conjunctivitis. 2000: In his narcotic cough syrup-induced haze, he nodded sympathetically and hacked a big green chunk of lung onto his plate.]]>