Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I yam what I yam.

And I yam more freaked out than Phoebe about starting school (I'll be puking with a glorious rash January 3rd).
I win.
That's all.


  • At Tuesday, December 28, 2004 1:47:00 PM, Blogger none said…

    You´ll be ok. I´m sure you´ll be. You might want to take one of those brown bags, just in case you hyperventilate...

    I hope to actually follow your shining examples.

  • At Tuesday, December 28, 2004 8:18:00 PM, Blogger Miranda said…

    Keri, you have it all wrong. It is your new school who should be afraid of you! You will totally kick ass once you get there, I know it!

  • At Tuesday, December 28, 2004 9:35:00 PM, Blogger Phoebe said…

    You win the freaked-out contest :)
    Let's get our husbands to take a first-day-of-school pictures of us and post them on our blogs, OK?
    In "Napolean Dynamite" style, I donned my new backpack, slipped into some moon boots (tucking in my pants legs, of course), and fished out a metal lunchbox. My daughter was horrified -- so much so that I was encouraged to trudge across the street in my "Napolean" attire to my neighbor lady's house. She appreciated it, even though she hasn't seen the movie. I have explicit instructions to case out some available men and send them her way. Age is no factor. My neighbor will cook me dinner any time I want if I just do this for her. Somehow I think my moon boots might scare the men off. But maybe the lunch box will salvage the situation.

    OK, not funny.

    Don't be scared, be bold!! You're cute and smart and we KNOW it :)

  • At Wednesday, January 05, 2005 9:44:00 AM, Blogger Dave said…

    Hey kids!

    Don't be a fool!
    Go to school!

    Doesn't that just fire you up? No? OK, try this:

    Quit being a fuckin' wuss!

    (Choose whatever you find more motivating...)


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