omg. woo, all that jazz.

school's out. finally. I still have so much crud on the needles - those socks for mom, that scarf for Rao, the orange hat for me when it snows - i'm never gonna get it done.

I don't see why i bother anymore. no one reads this. my friends and family don't. I just wrote this huge letter-thing to my hero, Stephanie Pearl-McFee, but I know she probably will never read it. I feel despair.

I felt like I wanted to die last night.

I hate admitting this, buti need to get it out somehow. I hope no one will ever read this. They might tell my mom, who'll send me to the psych ward like in It's Kind of a funny Story.

I'm leaving to go knit on my sock, and be happy in my misery (The Offspring reference. Look for Cool to Hate) tah tah for now.

howdy, from the wrong side of the tracks

right, yall, this is the first time in a while i've been able to sit down and write something.


i've tottally abandoned my gothic flower square sweater, and the crocheted skull sweater I started after that. Right now, i'm knitting the second sock to the pair i promised my mom for mother's day. Yikes. I should be knitting, not writing on here.


I've also found this awesome song - save our city, by ludo - that y'all gotta hear. go to www.mp3raid.com or www.downloads.nl and get it or listen to it. And it's all totally free.

SALE!!!

i went to a yarn store, and found 4 DOLLAR MOHAIR!!!!!



i'd send a picture but i don't trust this computer. anyone know any good patterns?