I hate PMS. It hates me, too. I am all puffy and full of water, like a large sponge. SpongeJenni NoPants.
... yeah, I should be shot. That's a mental image I could have done without, too.
I want this on my car... :] And a pirate flag, while I'm at it. Hell, screw those wimpy little car flags. I'm putting up a mast, sails, and a PROPER flag of my OWN design. No one will ever cut me off in traffic again. Or I'll fire the cannons at 'em. I'll keel-haul those who change the radio stations on songs I like. THE DREAD SHIP TAHOE WILL BE THE SCOURGE OF THE HIGHWAYS.
*cough* Or, you know, I'll just buy a car flag from this place... The Jolly Roger windsock looks mighty tempting as well, but I think I already confuse and frighten my neighbors enough.
The first two shirts on this page need to belong to my brother and myself, respectively.
Last night, I had my ass kicked by juice. Yes, juice. I got some apple/lemon/ginger juice at Central Market (that place is so great. It's all shiny!). I'd had some before, and it was tasty. Well, this stuff had about four to five times the amount of ginger in it that I was expecting. For those who have not tasted excessive amounts of ginger... well, it startles you when you're not prepared for it. I couldn't drink more than a few sips of it. *hangs head in shame*
Happy Mother's Day to all the nifty mothers on my friends list!
My phone currently hates my mother - every time I call, she is out. Every. Time.