188.

Oh, today.

What a day.

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That's how I feel about today.

AND OH MY GOSH. PJ HAS DECIDED HE WILL HAVE A BIRD. An African Grey Parrot, to be exact.

My issue? They live to be approximately FIFTY years old in captivity. According to Wikipedia, "An African Grey's owner should expect to hear regular renditions of microwaves, telephones, alarm clocks, video games, and other electronic sounds, as well as dripping water, wild birds, and any other sound that is often heard by the parrot. African Greys have even been known to repeat the profanity they heard from an owner even after they no longer live with that owner. African Grey parrots also have the ability to mimic, and distinguish between, the different voices they hear." 


SHOOT ME. I know I'm supposed to be being compromising. All, love and sacrifice and all that... 


BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT BIRDS. Especially birds we have to WRITE INTO OUR WILLS. 


AAAAAAAAaaaaanyway, other than birds, I had a decent day. Jane came in last night and we stayed up waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late last night. But it was fun. This morning, we woke up and had breakfast and stuff... and managed to run out the door JUST in time to miss MC and daddy-o and my step brother and his hick friend. So we went to the mall. And I was SO good! Just got something on clearance and a concealer I fell in love with at Sephora. It was fun to just hang out with Jane. And she's brainwashing me into being just as obsessed with One Direction as she is! 


They really are precious, and the music is so damn catchy! 

Not the best picture, but SO FUNNY. 

But really. Super cute. 

So, MC moved in today... I think that is going to be very interesting. It's certainly going to be my constant struggle and source of mental instability until January 1. PLEASE pray for me. Or buy me a drink. Either would be rather welcome, and necessary. 


She just walked out in Mom's old 1990s fishy dress she's wearing as a muumuu. Sometimes, my sissy just makes me giggle though. 


That's going to be my struggle. I need to be kinder than necessary, because sometimes, my greatest desire is to just snatch someone bald-headed. 


Also, I need some major prayers about the bird. I reeeeeeeeeeeeeally don't think I can do it. 


Until 187. (or the next time I have something to say.)