I say "R", you say "ANDOM" .... ready, go
2003-12-09 - 8:37 p.m.

beads beads beads, numbers numbers numbers - so much of both

After rewriting all of the description cards, making a few more pieces, figuring prices, and making inventory lists, my stuff goes to the museum tomorrow. I'm very excited about this open door (so to speak) and then my dad started talking about money and claiming this on my taxes and I thought ah, no my disability and I freaked out a little bit because the IRS kind of scares me a lot for no logical reason except they could take every penny I've ever earned or stolen and make me hide out in a cave with Sadam Hussein for the rest of my life. That would be cold and I don't want to have his babies.

My sister said sometimes I smell like chocolate chip cookies dough and I took her word for it because I can't smell, and I like chocolate chip cookie dough. I don't even need perfume, unless I'm going camping because I think bugs and wild ferocious animals love chocolate chip cookie dough and can't tell the difference between simply smelling like the tasty treet and actually being the tasty treat (and I'd rather not get eaten by a bear).