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 Here are some blog posts that I started in the past and never finished. There may or may not be a reason why. You decide.

On My Fridge...

On my fridge, there is an ad for the "Told Handyman Service." The slogan says, "No job too small." Is it awful that this makes me want to find a job too small for them?

Hey, Mr. Handyman. Can you screw this screw back into my glasses for me?
Maybe fix the cabinet in my doll house?

I take

Obligatory New Years Post

Let's pretend I am writing this post a week ago
[squiggly lines trippy music flashback flashback flashback...]

Holy (insert thing here) Batman!

The other day (and by the other day, I mean like three months ago or something), I was accused of being a bandwagon Batman fan. I am NOT a bandwagon Batman fan. Batman has always been and will always be my favorite. Let me tell you why, yes?

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On Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I have two classes. Which is pretty nice. I'm done with class at twelve. Which is even nicer. I can't decide which one of these classes I like more. Which is most definitely the nicest.

I'm a Little Obsessed With Comedians

When people are hilarious, I want to be friends with them. Is that so wrong?

The Grapes of Math

I feel that their has been a great injustice in the world. An injustice that I have overlooked for the majority of my life. My eyes were finally opened earlier today.

~~~~~~wiggly flashback nonsense~~~~~~

My husband (oh hey, I'm married! That's what's up!) and I were having lunch and we decided to eat some grapes. I told Josh about one of my favorite comedians talking about this particular fruit. This is what he said:

"My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. Like if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem, you just move on to the next. Grapes: the fruit of hope." - Demetri Martin

END.

All I learned is that I like flashbacks and Batman, and why did I try to explain my class schedule? That's lame. And apparently the New Years post wasn't so obligatory because I never wrote it.