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:

 

 







Day 141: Today Build a Nest and See if a Bird Comes...

Building a nest takes forever!!!! I will post on this if I ever finish!

Day 140: Jam the Line

So a few days ago J I was supposed to jam the line of the Ku Klux Klan.  I realized tonight that I always stop blogging when I get to a task that I don’t want to do.  I don’t want to do this.  It’s scary and stupid.  What if they find me and try to kill me?  My parents are Catholic afterall.

Day 139: Bleed

So I was supposed to bleed in the book a week ago.  I have been hoping to bleed on my own because the whole thought of doing danger to myself makes me ill.  I am too pretty to cause actual harm to me.  I did ask my boss to stab me and she said yes, but has yet to deliver.  James whipped out a pocket knife the other day and I asked him to stab me.  He just looked at me like I was nuts.  I thought he would’ve jumped at the chance, but he did not.  So I asked him to cut the tumor off my leg.  He informed me it was an ingrown hair and he was not using his knife on my nonsense.  If I bleed, you will see it.

 

Next day (was in class when I wrote this, had to actually pretend to do something):  of course I bleed, a lot, when I can’t find the book. 

Day 138: Today Learn a New Know

Just in case anyone wants to know what nightmares other cheeses cause