Stephanie Wooten.
I know how much you love cows and I was very upset to find out SillyBands don't make cows!
It's such a disgrace.
This is why I LEGIT just sent them this email:
I am very disappointed that your collection doesn't include cows. It seems a bit discriminatory if you ask me. Cows have feelings too and I'm sure they would be very hurt to know that their fellow farm animals (the pigs and the ducks) are stealing all their thunder. I know there are many, many cow lovers out there who would wear them proudly on their wrist in various colors. I hope you see the urgency in my speech. Cows are very important creatures. Where else would we get our milk? Goats just don't do the trick sometimes.
Again, I plead with you to consider my request.
Thank you.
Ya dig?
Mmmmmhhmmmm!!
pineapple.
pumpernickel.
persnickety.
precocious.
aaaaand another word that starts with p . . . .
let your mind wanderrrr!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
LOST
No, not like the tv show.
I was reading through my old livejournal entries and I have realized something . . . I don't know if I'll ever be able to write that way ever again. All that I have gone through this past year . . . even just this past semester has changed me. What if it's gone forever? My unique thought patterns. My . . . different . . . writing style. Has what I've gone through really inhibited my writing and my way of looking at the world completely?
This worries me.
When I think about it . . . I think I've lost it, which is depressing. I loved the way I wrote those entries. I could be writing about absolutely nothing and still make it interesting (at least to certain people).
I'm scared.
Like for shiz up the spout, about to panic internally, I need a paper bag while I hyperventilate . . . SCARY.
meep.
I was reading through my old livejournal entries and I have realized something . . . I don't know if I'll ever be able to write that way ever again. All that I have gone through this past year . . . even just this past semester has changed me. What if it's gone forever? My unique thought patterns. My . . . different . . . writing style. Has what I've gone through really inhibited my writing and my way of looking at the world completely?
This worries me.
When I think about it . . . I think I've lost it, which is depressing. I loved the way I wrote those entries. I could be writing about absolutely nothing and still make it interesting (at least to certain people).
I'm scared.
Like for shiz up the spout, about to panic internally, I need a paper bag while I hyperventilate . . . SCARY.
meep.
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