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[sofiaviolet]

One of my brother's friends gave him a wifi detecting t-shirt. It lights up. I'm not even kidding.


My mom dropped her phone in the sink, but Dad took it apart right away and dried it out and it's working again.


FedEx says our package from home was delivered to the back door today. Uh, no it wasn't. It's either at someone else's house (fail, delivery guy) or someone stole it. And will probably be disappointed unless they actually wanted a shitload of peanut butter crackers that have probably been recalled, and other similarly inexpensive stuff.


Today I have written 1100+ words in a document called idfic. Urgh. Why can't I be inspired to work on something that doesn't make me cringe in embarrassment??

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Package

[(Anonymous)]

There was no food in this package, sweetie. Just a couple of aluminum water bottles, some more plastic boxes for your beads, etc., your hair dryer (sorry, guess you'll have to buy a new one), some drill bits for Hugh, the divider for the kitchen drawer, the little plastic glasses, and an envelope of coupons I thought you might use. Oh, and some wooden spoons and tongs for Hugh. Not very valuable in monetary terms, but it will take some time to collect it all again. I hope it only went to the wrong address. Keep us up to date.

Re: Package

[sofiaviolet]

Oh, okay. I just remembered you saying something about peanut butter crackers. Maybe you were talking about the ones you left here at Christmas?

[book-of-calm.livejournal.com]

thinkgeek.com for all your ridiculous geeky shirt needs. \o/ I really want the personal soundtrack shirt, but I'd be too chicken to wear it in public. Or afraid that I'd fuck up washing it.

Imagine I just said something about writing that relates to what you just said in this sentence I am typing now. *falls over*