Abnormal

Stuff I do too often for me to be normal.

1. Randomly bump into things that haven't been moved and I've walked past all day.
2. Stick things in my hair. (Sometimes I'll have five or six things in there by the end of the day.)
3. Eat cereal out of a cup. (Every morning)
4. Forget how to swallow. (Quietly. I always end up gulping like a fish out of water.)
5. Talk to myself.
6. Talk in different characters to myself.
7. Laugh out loud at nothing.
8. Get freaked out by kid's movies.
9. Cry.
10. Love to sneeze.
11. Snuggle my face into Mercy's tummy.
12. Aaaand freak babies out. (Once I had to hold a plate in front of my face the whole time to keep the kid from screaming for almost the entire time I was babysitting.)

Eeep!

S'the cutest thing on earth. Baby miniature hippo....

Look at it's widdle teef!

ma tummy

I haven't posting anything in a long while cause I've been crazy busy with school and such, also the computer has been broken, which was extremely annoying. So, I thought I'd post sumtin today.
Mostly Imma just going to complain cause I caught a sickness. (I knew I shouldn't have stolen that little kids half eaten cracker)
Here's what ma tummy feels like

I have no idea how to make my arm do what it's doing in the first picture in real life but I was too lazy to make it look real... But besides that its completely realistic!
I am having way too much fun lately with drawing things on paint. The other day I saw Tumpy's My littlest pet shop pony and drew this:
                                                             

It's so true though. 

Well that's pretty much all I have to say right now... yup, that's me, I only have something to say when I'm complaining or making fun of something. *Grin*

Hair

I put my hair up quite a lot and I thought I would post some of the better styles I came up with. Also, I made the headband.

I have been taking them with Mom's iphone since I don't have a camera and it has a cool editing program on it.

Trying to get a good poofy top is the worst.

Same style as the one above it, just a different view.

Kind of the same thing as before except tighter.

And on the second day, my hairs is curling. Okay, wavy.

Roasted Garlic Flatbread.

Today I made Roasted Garlic Flatbread. It was delicious and if you wanted, you could leave off the toppings cause the bread itself is amazing.
Here is the recipe:

Ingredients

• 1 package (2 1/4 teaspoons) active dry yeast
• 1 1/2 cups warm water
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 cup olive oil
• 3 1/2 to 3 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 8 cloves garlic (chopped)
• 2 tbsp basil (chopped)
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 1/2 tsp black pepper

Instructions

1. In a large bowl, combine the yeast, water, 1 tsp salt and 1 tbsp olive oil and let stand until bubbles begin to form (about 5 minutes).
2. Gradually in 3 1/2 cups flour until the dough has formed.
3. Knead the dough on a floured surface until it no longer feels sticky, adding additional flour if necessary (about 5-10 minutes).
4. Place the ball of dough into a bowl with 1 tbsp olive oil, coat with oil, cover with plastic wrap and let rise until doubled in size (about 35-45 minutes).
5. Punch the dough to flatten, cut into four pieces, cover with plastic wrap and let rest for 10 minutes. Preheat the oven to 450F.
6. Gently stretch each flatbread into a 13×7 inch oval and place on a greased baking sheet.
7. Sprinkle each flatbread with garlic, basil, salt and pepper then drizzle with remaining olive oil.
8. Bake at 450F until golden around the edges (about 10 minutes). NOTE: If garlic begins to burn, lower temperature to 400F for the last few minutes.

 I added onion and bell pepper. It didn't add to the flavor much, but it's beautiful and crunchier.
The quality of the pictures is lacking since I took them with Mom's iphone. Sorry.

 Always check for stickers on the vegg!

 I love to cook. Can't you see the immense amounts of joy on my face!

 Here is the finished product. It was amazing and delicious and crazytasty.

Definitely try it. It was easier then most bread to make, and has infinite possibilities for toppings. This could also work as a pizza crust, or if you sealed it up with the toppings inside it could make a delightful package of tasty.
Hope to be posting recipes more often.
   ...okaybye!

No, duh.

I hate it when people take it upon themselves to tell me something about my appearance that there is no way I could Not have noticed.
"You're socks don't match" - Green and purple are pretty much the same color anyway.
"Wow, bumpits poof" - actually, my head is just shaped like that.
"You have a back scratcher through your hair" - What tha! How did THAT get there!
Talk about stating the obvious. If you would like to make a statement about my weird apparel, do it, don't just inform me of it's existence.
And yes, I do have a back scratcher stuck through the middle of my head. Its kind of hard to get through doorways, but I find that it relieves stress. Besides freaking out the workmen who are putting in our new windows.
By the way, these windows are magical. Mom keeps referring to "When the windows get put in" as if it was some sort of glorious event after which our lives will visibly improve and under each one we will find what we all most desire. I hope mine gives me a pony, or a miniature donkey. I'm pretty sure that these windows were found at the end of a rainbow. 

Be Fancy

Hero of my life: Fancy Pants Man.

Okay! Fancy pants man 3 just came out on flash and it's awesome. If you type the letter D you can use a sword. That is how fancy this Pants man is. I wanna be his sidekick.
http://gorillaarcade.com/playgame/3652/Fancy-Pants-Adventures-Sneak-Peek
  HE'S TOO AWESOME!

Coffee!

Every morning, if my Dad had time, I wake up to a lava hot pot of coffee. Carefully stored in a thermos to keep it at that exact temperature for the next two days.
Usually I shower and get dressed before I pour the life giving liquid, but sometimes morning starts stabbing me with guilt for spending so much time with evening, and sometimes the blankets kind of latch on to my ankles and I have to tear away from my nice warm bed, which makes me hate.
So, I drink a cup of coffee.
I'm very particular about my mug though. I cannot drink out of anything that doesn't coordinate with my outfit, or at least not clash. So, something simple and looks like it could be in a commercial. Cause that's what I think about in the morning. We have about twelve thousand mugs and there is only about five that I would deem worthy of my morning coffee. If they are otherwise occupied I choose a lesser mug and mope.
The "Keep calm and carry on" one is probably my favorite. Not only because that is the only time I will take advice like that (When I'm slowly absorbing caffeine) but it has a cute little crown on it and it makes me happy.
When I pour my coffee in the cup I have to think about how much sugar I need and whether it will make the coffee overflow. These things are important. I put alotalot of sugar in my coffee.
Yup, I do lick the side of my mug for drops of coffee, I do use just any spoon on the counter to stir it, I always end up with a bunch of sugar in the last sip, and sometimes that's all I have for breakfast.
Don't be hatin'
   I lika da coffee of bean.

Girls become llamas

*Mercy and me listening to John Mayer's song "Daughters"*.
Loyal comes in. "I HATE this song!"
Mercy "Why would you say that? What could make you hate this song?"
Loyal "Girls become Llamas? That doesnt even make any sense!"
Mercy and me *Confused*
Song: "Girls become lovers, and turn into mothers-"
Loyal "See?!"
Me *Laughing*
Mercy "Its 'girls become Lovers!"
Loyal. "Oh. k, never mind. I thought he said Llamas" Walks away.
Mercy  ....
Me *Still, still laughing*

New listings and a snail

There's a snail I know,
He thinks that he has a lot of friends,
But he just, cant remember where they live,
And if he did,
He couldn't leave his house to visit them.
So, he plods along,
Wishing that he could sing a song,
But his mouth is on the underside of him,
and the ground would muffle every single word.
So he is silent.
Leaving nothing behind him but some ooze,
And that's not his fault.
No, not his fault.
     -Libi-

Here's some new listings in my shop.

 Link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/76296126/totoro-set-of-three-wall-hanging
Pictures:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/76295059/wall-hanging-portrait-of-a-girl?ref=v1_other_2

Before you see this one you have to watch this video

  Mercy was out of town for a couple of days and I was bored out of my mind. Dad comes home from work, doesn't say a word, sits down on the couch and starts singing this song. Yeah. I made this for him.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76294387/fish-head-wall-hanging?ref=v1_other_2

 I also made portraits of Mercy and me, but I forgot to take pictures. So, just imagine it in your heads. RIGHT NOW!
Also, Brett Dennen is the best, keep that in mind if you need music. I really like his stuff.
I always wondered what you are supposed to say at the end of a blog post. Is it like a letter to anybody that you sign with your name? Do you say Bye? What about ciao? nothanks. But anyway... Farewell.

Joe

Thursday, June ninth, Joseph Ballew was in an accident and passed away that night.
He had a beautiful funeral on Tuesday, with friends and family sharing favorite stories and pictures.
My Dad met Joe when he was eighteen and Joe was fifteen at their church youth group. Joe's Uncle was the youth group leader for a while.
Dad and Joe became great friends and when my Dad moved down to Texas (From Michigan) and was asked by his Boss if he knew anyone he could train as a new printing machine manager (I'm not sure what the official title of the job was) he suggested Joe, and Joe moved down here to take the job.
They stayed in touch on and off and a couple years later after my Dad had become a Dad of five Mr. Joe (That's what us kids call him) moved into one of our spare bedrooms and lived with us for, I think six years.
He taught Abi how to assemble a Glock in the dark and bought and taught my Mom how to handle and shoot a small gun. Mom was afraid that if she shot the gun at someone the bullets would go through a wall and might get one of her kids, so as an added precaution he got.. the bullets that don't go through things...(sorry)
Then my mom asked. "But Joe, what if you come in and I don't know its you?" His reply was "Becky, then my last words would be 'Good shot"
He always told her. "Once in the head, twice in the chest."
He was kind of a scary looking guy back then. He always wore black, rode a motorcycle, almost always had a gun with him, and was a really big bald guy. But if anyone ever asked suspiciously about him and leaving us with him, Mom's reply would be. "Joe, would sacrifice his life for any one of my kids" and it was true. 
He was so careful with us kids. We have a bunch of stories of him letting us do stuff that we thought were the coolest craziest things, but now that we look back, he was completely in control and everything was really safe. Which is p[probably why he was so cool to us. We were having so much fun, and we (And Mom and Dad) never were afraid when he was in charge that we would fall or get hurt, and we never did. He was the same way with his son Caleb, and if possible, even more so.
My nickname was Spike because as a KID I had a really bad cowlick. He would always sing the Georgia Ray song to Mercy as Mercy Rae. (Okay! baby what I say!) He would talk to us not as if we were kids, but as if he was a kid too. He would get down on his hands and knees and become our equal. A much more sensible equal, but still.
He moved out and got married to a woman with a son from a previous marriage and just recently they got divorced and Mr. Joe won primary custody of Caleb. We were watching Caleb, five days a week from eight until six, while Mr. Joe was at work. When he would drop Caleb off he would give us his breakfast, a neat bag of cheerios and a banana, kiss Caleb on the head and give him a hug, thank us, and leave for the day.
When he came to pick Caleb up, Caleb would be so excited. He would smile like crazy, and run to meet him. Mr. Joe would sneak up and surprise him. Then we would tell him how the day went, pack up all his stuff, and he would make Caleb thank us, thank us himself and say goodbye until tomorrow.
Just recently Mr. Joe's job had started earlier so he was dropping Caleb off at six thirty in the morning. The last time I ever saw Mr. Joe was at six thirty in the morning, a week before his death. I had been appointed to greet Caleb but had fallen asleep on the couch and only woke up when they came in. I was really groggy and got a box of playmobile knights for Caleb to play with. Mr. Joe kissed his son goodbye and said "Thank you Libi" I think I mumbled "No Problem" or something. I went back to bed sick so I didn't see them Friday and Caleb doesn't come on the weekends. Monday I left for a week trip so South Dakota where me and Mom spent Thursday night off and on the phone trying to figure out what was going on.
The day of the funeral I sat and listened to hilarious tear spattered stories from Dad and Joe's siblings. We were going to have them and Caleb and his Mom over on Thursday but Caleb was having nightmares so they went home, and the family wanted to hang out together.
At Mr. Joe's house, next to Caleb's bed there was a small night stand. When Pastor Niell went over there to help get Caleb's clothes and toys, he saw that on the nightstand there was a Bible and a Cantus.
While Mom and Dad were talking to Pastor Niell about their earliest memories of Mr. Joe, I noticed that they both mentioned and stressed that whenever they saw him, at youth group or church he Always had his Bible. We have a picture of my Dad holding baby Abigail in a frilly dress, Mom, with her tiny waist, and Joe, with a mullet, and his Bible.
I know that this is a confusing jumble of memories and stories, but I wanted to share it. Cause.

Errol Flynn

I'm watching Robin Hood with Errol Flynn while I eat refrigerated oreos. *Commercial music starts* They're much better that way. Crunchy and cold.
Flynn is so snarky I cant even believe. This is one of my favorite movies. I definitely used to have a major crush on him. Will scarlet doesn't do anything but grin and laugh at Flynn's one liners. This is pretty much how the scene goes.
Sheriff: *oppressing poor Innocent*
Poor peasant: Someday, someone will save us from your oppression!
Sheriff: *Laughs and prepares to deal out a blow to peasant*
Robin: *Arrives dramatically on horse and shoots weapon out of Sheriff's hand*
Sheriff: How dare you!
Robin: I didn't know the Sheriff of Nottingham ---- (Fill in blank with wisecrack about Normans)
Sheriff: *Glares*
Scarlet: *Laughs and adds something to wisecrack*
Sheriff: I'm going to arrest you!
Robin: *Points drawn bow and arrow at sheriff*
 Sheriff and men leave angry and scared.
 Will and Robin laugh while helping up poor peasant.
Robin: *Another Norman joke*
Will: *Laughs*

I think it's interesting that Robin has sequins on the hem of his *REALLY* short tunic. And his glow in the dark green tights are hardly going to blend in with the surroundings. I'm not even going to mention Will Scarlet who is wearing bright RED! He looks like a beet!
I wonder how many times Errol had to practice that laugh after Little John pulled him out of the knee-deep river. The one where he breaks into a jolly roar a second after being mad. Pure talent, right there. That's why I love that guy.
Oh, and did you know that Flynn's middle name is Leslie? funny!

 His mustache! and hair! How does he make it Do that?
 *Laugh* I'm watching the archery tournament scene in the movie. Oh look! I wonder who this nameless, tall, undisguised, "tinker" is!? Yeah, how did they ever find out it was him? I dont think he thought his disguise through very well.

sosick

I'm really sick right now. Ouchy all over. The only reason I'm doing this right now is because if I stay in my room all I can do is listen while my family makes my favorite meal for a dinner to which I am not invited. So, I'm on the computer and I am looking at Zooey deschanel's blog HelloGiggles and I find this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_sfnQDr1-o&feature=player_embedded
The music is the best. I will definitely be singing this in my delirium. BABYMONKEY!

Dont talk to strangers

Okay guys, the cutest father daughter duo right here. This song is made up on the spot. Socute.
And yes I am only going to post videos from now on. Because I have nothing original to say and these people are way cuter then I could ever be.

 

Cute little singing family. Makes me laugh.

This is why we fight

Amazing song and video by the Decemberests. My favorite probably.

The awesome is returning!

SO EXCITED!
http://avatar.wikia.com/wiki/The_Last_Airbender:_Legend_of_Korra

And all of you have to agree with me that the movie sucked! What was M. Night Shyamalan THINKING! I mean, he mutilated "UNG" to death, and most of the actors couldnt act to save their loaf! The characters are ruined and and the story is mangled.
Its really quite sad.
But i'm excited about the legend of Korra. If it's anything like the first one it will rockmysocksoff.

HIS FACE!

Skinny love

This song is my new favorite.
This is the original by Bon iver:

And here is a cover by a fourteen year old: She is beautifull and talented. I think I almost like her version better then the original

Much in awe of this girl.
I like to hear the difference in the feeling of the man and the girl. They both sing this song with a lot of soul and it is a beautiful display of heart and hurt. But yeah, Birdy is gorgeous and her voice is amazing.

Story morph

The game is "I write down a story and act it out. The other kids watching write what they see and we compare stories at the end". 
My turn, I act out:
Once upon a time there was a mean man. A fairy sees him yelling and turns him into a lion. He is shocked and sad and quietly goes to a cave to lament his deformity. A nice girl is walking. She sees lion and is afraid. He sees that she's afraid and is sad. "I'm a monster" he thinks and starts to go to his cave. Girl feels sorry for him and is nice to him. Pats him on head before continuing her walk. She is attacked by a murderer who tries to strangle her. She struggles and cries for help. The lion sees and is shocked. Runs and mauls murderer. Girl faints. When she wakes up the lion turns into a handsome man. She loves him and they kiss. The end.
Pretty much beauty and the beast right.?
Here are the kids translations of my acting.
Glory:
Once upon a time, mad dad yells at child. Angel mother walks in. Is suprised. Looks at dad. Dad looks at mother. Mother is dissapointed at dad. She turns dad into a bour. Boar growles at everyone. Boar dad is sad, pretends to be a cat to get sympathy. Daughter walks up and is innocent. Boar dad is suprised that he is a boar in the morning. Daughter is frightened because she does not know it is her father. Boar dad is sad. Daughter is sympathetic. Dad pretends to be cat again to get sympathy. Daughter loves boar and walks away so happy. She is attacked by a choking maniac. She fights pathetically. She screams for help. Boar dad hears her. He is terrified. He runs to her and kills choking maniac and saves his daughter. Boar dad turns into a dad and they are happy. The end.
Tumpy's version:
Once upon a time snobby dad tells his children what to do. Happy daughter sees dad. Dad throws a fit. daughter takes over. dad is a morph. Turns into a lion animal. From a roar to a meuw he turns into a kitten. Hides in a cave. Daughter comes to kitten dad. Daughter is shocked. Daughter falls in love with the kitten. Kitten loves her. They wave. Daughter is evil and leaves. Girl strangled. Girl fights back. "Help" she cries. Kitten freaks out! Kitten viciously attacks. It saves her and turns back into a human. Happy. The end.
And Loyal:
Grouchy evil father attacks child. (What's with the father figure in these stories? You'd think we were abused or something!) Angrilly butterfly flies in. Sees monster. Kills Fly. Fly tries to humiliate ogre. Fairy turns into a lion. Lion licks blood. Sad kitty hides from the rain bitterly. Fairy drops in. Lion is puzzled. Girl terrified. Sad lion walks away hungrily. Girl is looking for lion casserole. Lion is tricked. Girl runs off to get her cook book and frying pan. Father sees her loving lions. he grab's her like a firefly evilly. She rebels. She calls for her prince charming who for some reason is on all fours. Runs to her aid. Turns into hulk. Kills damsel in distress and pop adopts. The end.

Not sure what happened there. Confused.

Treasure

So, last night my uncle came over. That was confusing because he looks just, completely, almost exactly like my dad. Whodathunkit? them being brothers and all. Well, the topic turned to intense eighties music (of course) and guess what? My dad was in an actual bandband. I knew that he and his brothers had played for church and for fun and everything but this was their magnum opus.
My dad plays the guitar, Uncle Tim played piano (he's learned guitar since then), and uncle Joe played the drums. (I don't think Uncle Joe was in the band, He was the oldest and was probably to busy). Well, they had this friend that could sing and they started a band called The Ones That Got Away. TOTGA. You'll never find it on the internet, sorry.
They made six tracts and sent it in to a bunch of different people. They even got an article in a national magazine about them! I CANT BELIEVE I DIDN'T KNOW THIS!
Uncle Tim showed us some of the music. Its intense eighties music but not bad for back then. My dad is mostly background guitar and singing background, but he's in there. Uncle Tim wrote the music and lyrics and put it all together and everything.
So, I have them on my iPod now and I cant stop listening to them. (As my dad's and his brother's band I owe them my allegiance).
  A is for murder:
   "One child lives, a million more die
     A is for murder, I ask myself why, they die.
 I almost cried, you know it makes me want to cry."
Pretty strong stuff. 
The best one prolly is "Tear it up" Yeah, I'm totally going to brag on them forever now.
  Me "Did your dad have a band with your uncle?did they get in a national magazine?did they almost get a record deal?do you have them on your iPod?!" *Proud*

So, now that your thoroughly jealous here's something to lighten up your day!

Yes, the kitten is a poptart. Yes, That is a rainbow coming out from behind it. Yes, this goes on for three minutes straight. And yes, the voice is realtime. I think that this is what Asians do when they grow tired of laughing at us stupid Americans and doing the Rubik's cube in five seconds.
From now on before you have a poptart you will think of this.
I feel like I've had an extreme sugar rush when I hear this. Seriously it feels like I've had a redbull. Maybe cause my mind is trying to keep up with the song. *Jittery*

New in shoppe

Heres a couple of my new items in my shoppe:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72752823/old-gnomes
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72750262/young-gnomes?ref=v1_other_2
http://www.etsy.com/listing/72749219/pink-and-purple-babushka?ref=v1_other_2
And this is one that I need to make a set for but I think he's so cute that I just want to post pictures now.

Aang is my favorite of all things anime. Its nice that he's bald cause I really cant make felt hair.

Alive-ness

Part of my life right now.

I just watched Princes Mononoke yesterday. Very gory! Very confusing, and the whole struggle between the two kids who love each other overcoming their difficulties so that they can be together is great until the end where she's all like "Well, I love you but I cannot forgive the humans for what they've done. BYE!"... Okay. He's all understanding and everything but I know he's hurting in his heart. Especially since he had to leave his cute little sister and tribe/family and everything. Oh, well. I guess he's still got Yakul. THE COOLEST RED ELK EVAH!

 But my favorite part is the cute little wood spirits. So Ca-yute!

Aren't they the sweetest little guys ever?
(I thought this blog needed some pictures. That should explain a couple of things. And yahoo for Google! No pun intended)
Anyway. I like it a lot. Ashitaka is my hero. He gets stabbed, shot, infected by horrible crippling/killing deceases from demons, he falls in love with a wolf-girl that wants to kill all his friends and everyone wants to kill Him. Too intense to be anything but an anime.

Anyway! I drew this just now. Cause I have the "Listen to your heart" song in my head.

Paint is magical.

Shoppe happenings.

Here's the link to my shoppe. Cause I finally got some stuff on there that I am proud of.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BunniesandAvacado?ref=pr_shop_more
Thats whats happening. also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyXmp-FiPJo

Life and lyrics

This weekend was amazing. I went down to Hockley, danced like a madwoman at the ball, wore a jellyfish dress and drank redbull. Gotta love it.
I am so glad that I got to go. I really missed seeing all of you wonderful peeps that populate that area. I'm not sure if I said much to you. I was really tired. But I enjoyed seeing you.
This morning was murder. I woke up and went back to sleep. Work was grueling. I'm pretty sure that people sick their dogs on me on purpose. It was So hot, so I wore shorts. I think that dogs see legs and all they can think of is Bacon. It didn't help that I was so paranoid. I was practically running away every time I heard a dog bark.
You stand at the door of youknownotwho's house, and you reach out your hand and push the doorbell. Once. Silence. You wait with bated breath for a millisecond that seems like forever and then you hear it. That high-pitched throw up of sound and the scuttling of claw against floor as the dog runs full speed into the door with a thud. Silence. And the wretched creature smashes his face against the bottom of the door and sniffs as hard as he can while his compatriots bark like maniacs until the owner comes.
"Be quiet" Yeah, that's gonna work. Why don't you say it even more halfheartedly and they might obey.
If it's a nice dog it will be satisfied with either licking or just scratching up your ankles until they are raw. But most of them want more then that. They're going in for the kill.
True story: I just got literally chased off of this old lady's porch by her dog that wanted blood. Old lady with walker: "Dearie, you dropped one of your flyers" Me, running. "Have a good day!"
When you say have a good day, the most common reply is *Grunt* Just letting you know. Cause I say it to about twenty people a day so I know. And most of those people I don't even want to have a good day cause they just ruined mine.
But I'm not complaining. I just thought that you guys that work at saving people's lives and spending hours on the phone trying to sell something to people would like to know how hard it is to give away free stuff. Its really nice when you get someone who doesn't have to be forced to say yes. ITS FREE! Okay guys?
Chinese woman who doesn't speak English and had to have her daughter translate. "FREE!?!?!" Me: "Yeah, I know!" Woman: "REALLY FREE!?!?!?!" Or nice guy who is pleasantly suspicious: "Its completely FREE? what's the catch!?" Me: "well we have all our information on it, so we do get some customers out of it" Man : "But still! You come all the way out here for FREE!"
I like those people. But its a rarity.
Mostly people are shaking they're heads emphatically as they try to fend off their vicious dogs.
But I like my work. WEEDMAN! I like the nice people who joke around with me about my horrid yellow tent of a shirt that I wear. I like it when I get more points then Mercy. *Barely EVER* I like it when I dont get none yesses. And I like playing the yellowcargame on the drive. I almost always win. Oh, and I like the fact that since I have a job it forces me to look presentable. Cause I aint got the motovation to do it on my own.
Me in the morning: ergh. I guess I should wash myself and put on daytime clothes... Maybe I'd rather die.
Walking in the morning is great. I can fill my head with music for the day and get some energy out of the little children that are with me, and also it makes me hungry all day! But only for carrots.
Itsh nishe.