Tuesday, October 28, 2008

when i was seven my mom confiscated my salt and pepa tape.

a weird thing about me:
if someone accuses me of anything, like doing something wrong or lying or if something goes awry around me, i immediately feel guilty. even when i have done nothing wrong, and i am telling the truth.

today i...

made poor choices.
returned four muffin pans.
bought boots at salvation army.
ate at a buffet that should have had a mandatory bio hazard suit dress code for its servers.
tried on a miniature pumpkin costume.
was cold.
lost my phone at the buffet.
found a pair of antique binoculars.
watched creepshow in theaters.
drank a cup of coffee at the bar.
found a ninja star in my purse.
felt uncomfortable in my skin.
found out my house had been broken into.
got a little taste of karma.
did nothing i was supposed to do, or had planned on doing other than return muffin pans and watch creepshow.

and here is a picture of the pumpkins my parents carved without me.

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