when nobody comes to trample my meadow…

i just had a class that made me hate.

hate what? well, everything. but more specifically postmodernism.

and then i came out and there was snow everywhere. which could have gone either way with me:

option a: YAY! snow! it’s so pretty and quiet because of all the extra surface area. the dog will gambole in the yard, and i’ll sit inside and make some tea and knit when i get home!

option b: F*@K IT’S SNOWING.

i have to say, it went more with option b. but then i got home and my computer decided to play the song captioned in the title which i haven’t heard in a million years, so now i’m feeling more like option b.

(random: friendster’s weird. turns out boys you thought were really cute when you were twelve are HOTT at 28)

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2 responses to “when nobody comes to trample my meadow…

  1. You know I choose option B. Except if we are talking about the high country. Then I will jump up and down!

  2. As far as friendsters goes… it works both ways. Girls you thought were cute when you were 13 end up being the ones you marry when you’re 27 and living 2000 miles from where you first met them through mutually random acts of fate.

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