I will save my cactus.

I hate it when guys act like napkins.

Is it so hard for them to say what they really mean? And then possibly give me a reason WHY they're saying what they mean?

Actually, that MIGHT be too much to ask.

But it's not if he really loves her.

Sigh.

I wonder if it's possible to overdose on Airheads.

Or not.

Either way, they can't be good for my health.

My mom decided that the two of us are going to have breakfast for dinner, so she's in the kitchen cooking bacon as we speak. It's becoming increasingly difficult to try and resist pausing this and running in there to snatch a piece off of the plate.

Oh, why not.

I'm back.

I'm sure you think it's not possible to kill a cactus, right? Think again. Mine is dying a slow and painful death. I'm doing all I can to bring it back to it's former health but I think it wants to go just to be away from me and my poor gardening skills.

Any tips would put me in the best mood ever. But I probably sound like a moron, because how hard is it to care for a cactus, right?



I love my mom and her spontaneity. She doesn't let circumstance effect her decision to do something, she just does it. And it usually turns out to be lovely.

Or a complete disaster.

Either way, it's always worth it.


I'm sorry that these are just random tidbits with no structure or particular subject, but I promise my next blog will be a real blog.

Until next time, loves.