Gross.

Being barfed on by babies is not fun. It really isn't.

I hate that my sister never asks me if I mind sitting with the children. She just assumes I want to do it. And she knows I will do because I love the babies. And I hate how she takes advantage of that fact.

On a completely unrelated note, does anyone want to buy a 4-year-old and a 4-month-old? They're in fairly good condition, only a few dents and dings. All sales final- no refunds and no exchanges.

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So, today's Orlando Bloom's birthday. If I knew him, I'd ring him up and say, "Happy birthday, mate. Lookin' good." But I don't, so I won't. Eh, his loss.

In other news, I have silver glitter paint on the back of my left hand.

Yes!

Yahoo Groups + Fanfiction = Sporking Aplenty.

Of course I have no shame, why do you ask?