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J. is watching Numb3rs reruns. That show is stretching credibility this season, but David Krumholtz, oh man. I would bang him 'til his head fell off. He'd have to be in character as Charlie Eppes, though. I want Charlie to meet a dyscalculaic person like me and cure them with his magical mathematical Charlievision explanation of the world.

I'm craving cheap fruity candy. I want three packs of Starburst and some Jolly Ranchers. The big slab kind that you can fold over with your teeth if you go slow enough.

I finished a pair of wristlets, made with yarn that the fabulous lyme spun and plied, and finished them with some novelty buttons. They are MINE. YES. I KNIT SOMETHING FOR ME, FOR ONCE. Oh, selfish.

I need more mailing envelopes :P

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Wigger Around the Corner is having some sort of underage drunk hooligan party.

IT IS MONDAY NIGHT. They have already been yelled at once by someone else. I don't want it to be my turn.

I just want to throw napalm.