The Cranberries

When an opression (or depression) ends, its effects linger, like a societal hangover. I look forward to being hungover with all of you.

I don't know about you,

but I love nothing more than making a person laugh or smile. I am sincerely in pain when I see that someone else is hurting or not having a good time. Therefore, I am always coming up with new ways to reach out to people and ensure that they have a good day.

Just yesterday, I purchased some new lights for my car. One is a flashing blue light, and the other is a flashing red light. I occasionally turn them on at night and try to pull people over...more specifically, I try and catch drunk drivers. If I am successful in doing so, then the driver becomes extremely relieved to find out that I am not a police officer and they are not getting a DUI or a ticket. BOOM! I just made their night. We also have a good laugh over the fact that my lights are indeed strobe lights and looking nothing like an officer's lights.

It's not me, it's you.

Today in organic chem I learned that "bromine doesn't like to be naked and alone." I, on the other hand, LOVE walking around naked when I am alone. Bromine and I have had a very long past together...and he has always been one of my favorite elements, but this is just a character flaw that I cannot overlook.
You are no longer my favorite element. Sorry, Bro.

Always running just searching for the thrill of it

So when I go for a jog, I go on the beach right around dusk o'clock.

If you haven't noticed, it gets pretty cold around that time and I am usually running against a nice,brisk north wind on my way back. Needless to say, my face becomes very numb and my eyes and nose begin to water uncontrollably. So as I was jogging back tonight, I came up with a solution to my problems...I'll just wear this:

It will not only keep my face warm, but it will also be the latest fashion trend (you should buy yours now). It is just an extra little bonus that the creepy old men will no longer hit on me because now I am the creeper...did I mention that I carry a pocket knife with me when I run? extra creepy?

My Cave

I used to think that I was a mermaid in my previous life, but with winter upon us I am thoroughly convinced that I was a bear because I have already begun to hibernate.