(I am incredibly opposed to E.T. references,* but this was all too appropriate).
Obviously, our blog is on the semester system. The closer to finals it gets, the busier bloggers we are. Meaning while we’re busy drinking and merrymaking (yup) at breaks and the beginning of the semesters, the blog gets all sorts of dusty.
Right now though, I’m blogging with an important realization. D. Flower should never leave home. She left me this weekend, and nothing good has resulted.
These nothing goods, include:
(1) Sha sha (latest, extremely cute, adventure in online dating) has not facebook-messaged me in over 36 hours- cue the end of my life.
(2) I made cookies (to lick the wounds of the then- 12 hour facebook-message delay), and they turned out horrendously. As in, D. Flower wasn’t here to ensure that I actually cooked them- cue the giant blob of cookie dough on our counter. Um, oops, make that, wheat cookie dough.
(3) One of our college friends needed some counseling and I was not the person she wanted to pick up the phone- cue Leftie saying all the wrong things.
Thus, if D. Flower doesn’t get back fast, I am all too sure that Casa Janky will collapse. Right on top of me and our giant blob of cookie dough. I’m concerned the rescue workers won’t realize that the cookie dough is nasty and wheat, and will rescue it before going after poor, besotted me.
Hmpf.
*Brought on by hundreds of childhood nightmares. The little dude was freaky looking.
