Day 146: Famous Last Words: Prepare Yours Ahead of Time

I want to leave this world with something profound.  Something like "Don't be afraid to do something stupid, you grow from the embarassment."  But this is how I actually see my death:

I am laying nestled in Michelle's arms and she softly cries over me.  Her sobs are slow as she is trying to hide them.  She wants to be strong, but it is just too hard.  I feel the warmth coming from her and remember when I felt warmth.  I slowly lift my weak head and stare into her blue (?) eyes.  I muster the breath and say, "I raged, bro."

Day 145: Start An Urban Legend And See How Far It Goes

New medical condition:  spastic vagina

Treatment:  Have someone rub feathers on your vagina while you sleep

Now I just wait for it to explode!

Day 142: Senseless Day- Taste

Totally noticed I skipped this day. Oops.

So a day without using the sense of taste.  I thought it would be easy since I'm supposed to be sleeping in a car to St. Joe right now, but that got cancelled last minute.  I decided to eat minimal today (hard for a hungry girl).  So I had a bowl full of homemade pseudo rice krispie treats (when reading a recipe read the whole recipe.  Someone forgot the marshmallows) and a cheeseburger from Wendy's.  I tasted them but I'm pretending not to.  Now off to drink Rumchatta with Erin!

Day 143: Distibute Friendship Coupond

I realized the other day that I should be finishing up in a few days and I am no where near done. It kind of reminds me of that thesis I was supposed to have done in Decemeber.  I figured it's one or the other.  So blogging I chose. 

One thing has changed however.  I cut my hair.  No one has seemed to notice, but since I did it myself I am quite proud.

So today I was supposed to hand out friendship coupons.  Considering it's the day after Christmas I'm not seeing anyone but Michelle, so I decided to text a few instead.

I sent Sheryl

 

 

because she hates to be hugged.  In fact, she hates to be touched.  Don't worry, Sheryl,  I will be cashing in on this one.

 

 

 

 

Went to Emily.  Emily, here's your advice:  In less than a week it will be 2013, meaning 2007 was 6 years ago.  Hopefully you know what I'm getting at and welcome to the digital age.

 

I figured this

 

 

 

 

was good for Jessica since she's about to pop out her 7th child.  But Jessica refuses to give me her phone number so I sent it to her husband instead.  "U r going to take her on a drunken binge?" I responded with "duh."  and then sent him this: