the things i would say if texting was free...

'i don't feel good. get over here, wrap me up in a blanket, and let me sleep'.
'well, i'm not pregnant'.
'i wanna puppy'.

can i just say that they didn't even have chef's salad at the cstore and i feel bad for complaining about that? i gotta plain tossed salad. listen. if homeless people were hungry and they had the money for it, they'd get the chef's salad rather than the plain old tossed salad. because you get what you paid for.
EXCEPT AT COLLEGE.

look pamp. this size is called 'tiny'.
much thanks to pamp by the way, he totally pulled through for me. his mom wants a doggie and he's allergic (poor guy, i'd die). so he sent me to this site called 'petfinder' or something like that and there's this thing called husky house and there was this picture...hey i can show you! remind me and i'll send it to my blog so you can see this puppy his mom wants. anyway, back to why pamp gets thanks. looking at this picture is probably (aside from cramps) the most painful thing i've witnessed so far this week. for this reason pamp, i thank you. from the bottom of my puppy-loving heart. let me go get that picture.
see y'all later ;O)
p.s. remember when 8 o'clock felt 'late'? where did my perception of time go? it isn't like i work the night shift...well...actually...i guess i do. the night shift, the day shift...and that one that overlaps.