12.07.05

Category: dribblings

i still have a bum finger. it hurts like a beotch. my knuckle is screwed. at lunch today, liz had to open my bag of chips. i tried to open it but i couldn’t get a grip on it. so then i thought i’d just take the chips home with me and then i thought, “jaimie, just ask for help. geez, you’re an idiot.”

conversation at lunch today:
me: i found a radio station that’s playing christmas songs.
liz: yeah, i noticed on the way over here.
me: yeah, well. I LIKE THEM OKAY?! i mean, i know it’s not cool to like christmas songs, BUT I DON’T CARE! I DON’T CARE THAT IT’S UNCOOL.
liz: well, it’s not cool to say the blessing in the middle of Subway either.
me: wha- BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

it hurts to type. here’s some pictures.

yeah, sorry for the blur.

here’s the old family heirloom demon santa in Off Mode

and here he is On

HYPNO-TOAD.
his eyes really glow red like that. and he makes an awful grinding sound ‘cos the arms move (well, the one does, it’s old. the arm with the bell is stuck. it used to ring the bell.)