made banana bread that she won't eat. Anybody want a slice?

laptop speakers were not so frightfully tinny. Can't be arsed fetching headphones.

Just because I *can* post the dancing banana, doesn't mean I'm going to. Mmm, self-restraint.

mad cravings for char-grilled octopus. *tummy growls*

$8.72 in her Mechanical Turk account and can now comfortably retire.

sad when she thinks about her little robot friends that go to Mars. Sure, they're robots, but...

Wanted looks super-crappy. Hope selling out feels good, Mark Millar.

glad she doesn't like eating, or else she would be a massively fat comfort eater piggypants. *shudder*

NO. Just no.

Internets the finger. Up yours, O series of tubes.