"There is no way this juice is seven dollars."

I said, I said to walmart.

I need a fill.

I braded (haha) my hair for this occasion.

I need a cut, minus one.

My head is killing me. Terrible, awful nightmares of terrorists, headaches, non-sleeping toddlers, and other stuff that's thankfully slipping away. Oh yeah. The feminist soldier was on both Letterman and Conan in one night, before the terrorists cut her into chunks. My pastor asked me to speak at the 7-11 about how this event has impacted me, my world view. It was also the day France changed colours: from red to green.

SMELLY DIAPERS GET IN THE WAY OF MY CREATIVE EXPLUSION!