I am tired of being sick. I am tired of bad news. I am tired of feeling like the world is falling apart around me. So this is me being over it. I'm showing my happy face, dammit, and the world will cooperate. Or else I'll have to make it one of my nice cards. And we don't want that now, do we?
In the spirit of being cheery and light-hearted, I share this, for no particular reason:
SomeMonkey: what does HE know?
me: NOTHING, he's a man
me: when i have a kid/dog/goldfish, i'm gonna name it Zach Lee
SomeMonkey: he's gonna change his name
and be "i'm EX-zach lee!"
you win that one
that was smooth, congrats
SomeMonkey: i'm wikud proud
SomeMonkey: omg you spelled that wrong
Doesn't matter anyways. Joe will never let me be in charge of something like naming babies. He wasn't even thrilled with the name I picked for Tonya and named Rusty himself.
So, cheers, everybody! If we can't be happy and healthy, let's at least pretend we are!