Bulk mayonaise – for dipping hotdogs

I’ve been thinking of things that I could write in an entry all day, but I didn’t write them down because I assumed I would remember them. Which clearly, I don’t. I even have a title all ready and waiting but… I don’t know.

There was just a little firecracker noise outside. Freaked me out. Very unexpected really.

I really wish I hadn’t made a comment to Russ about my bringing cookies on Saturday. I honestly don’t even want to go to the party, and now I’m kinda of obligated to bring cookies too. Stupid me. I wish Jake could drive, then I wouldn’t have to worry about working out how to get to some place I’ve never even been NEAR on top of party-stress. I am so antisocial.

My title is for Jenn. I was discussing it with Jake earlier and then we started going on about feverish pups. Because we are odd.

I discovered today that I can fit into my small jeans. They were small when I bought them… in oz, so… at least 3 years ago. I could wear them for a month or so when I moved here and haven’t been able to since. They are almost comfortable fitting too. I like that, because they are awesome jeans. They have pink stitching! And shiny bits! Oooh, shiny.

I am covered in bites. Stupid little bugs thinking I’m deilcious. So itchy!