|Chapters of my life that most of the current characters weren't around for...
||[Aug. 22nd, 2002|12:53 pm]
|[||Somedays I feel a little:
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Toad The Wet Sprocket - I Think About||]|
GASP! I'm going to make a real post! ph33r m3!
Seems a certain someone finally got around to reading my journal after being prodded to on occasion. My apologies to Heather for not mentioning her more often in my journal. Being my best friend, I really ought to mention her existence more often than I do. In my defense, I don't mention the existence of most humans in my journal. Not much of a defense, but it's the best I can offer. In an attempt to change that fact, let me relate to you, fair readers, the tale of Heather. Those of you that already know the story can just refrain from hitting the link...
( another of Uncle Sean's horribly long storiesCollapse )
As an aside that might as well be added at the end of this post, I must also mention that Heather bought me the new Orson Scott Card book Shadow Puppets for an early birthday gift Monday night. I've gotten a few chapters into it so far, and I'm enjoying it muchly. She shouldn't have, but then again friends are supposed to do things for one another that they shouldn't. I'd meant to mention it yesterday (partially because it was far too nice of her, and partially to inform Brandon that he can borrow it at Christmas as I'm sure he'll want to), but forgot to add it to my brief posts. Enough babbling from me now. I'm going to get some work done. :)