3) Why people like cottage cheese - it's curdled milk, people!!!
How did your semester end, Christine? I always seem to bump into you when I am in a hurry... hope to see you some time this break and actually have a conversation! :)
anonymous - no, i've never sold any of my art work. i suppose it's more of a hobby than a means of living. i've given some paintings away as gifts ... but that's it.
donna - jenn told me the other day that you girls are throwing a party! i'll be in town till next weekend maybe i can stop by and throw confetti with you guys.
and vodka is rotten potato juice ... so maybe curdled milk is an acquired taste. which reminds me of the time my mom made me drink spoiled milk. you should have seen her face when she took a swig of it herself and realized that i had been right all along (and not just shirking my responsibility to grow strong, healthy bones).
not one to be lumped in with everyone else, i enjoy being different: i laugh when i ought to cry, i run off the sides of mountains, i can't answer the question 'where are you from?', i told my husband i loved him before i met him, and i'm a woman who is doing her part to reverse the negative trends of extreme feminism. i seek to encourage my brothers-in-Christ, and discuss ways in which women can do the same.
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Do you ever sell your artwork?
1) Christmas plans
2) Reflections on the semester
3) Why people like cottage cheese - it's curdled milk, people!!!
How did your semester end, Christine? I always seem to bump into you when I am in a hurry... hope to see you some time this break and actually have a conversation! :)
anonymous - no, i've never sold any of my art work. i suppose it's more of a hobby than a means of living. i've given some paintings away as gifts ... but that's it.
donna - jenn told me the other day that you girls are throwing a party! i'll be in town till next weekend maybe i can stop by and throw confetti with you guys.
and vodka is rotten potato juice ... so maybe curdled milk is an acquired taste. which reminds me of the time my mom made me drink spoiled milk. you should have seen her face when she took a swig of it herself and realized that i had been right all along (and not just shirking my responsibility to grow strong, healthy bones).
got milk?
I can't think of anything to write either and it's KILLING ME!
Or...the stuff I DO think to write about, I don't feel comfortable sharing with people, you know?
Oh...the tension...the indecision.
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