There is a stack of textbooks I need to sell. Yippee.
How come it seems as though the only days people randomly stop by and want to do something are the days you decided NOT to do ANYTHING and to just chill in pjs all day? Seriously, it always happens to me. I'm just chillin' in my pjs and the doorbell rings. And then it seems as though all the days I am up and ready and in the mood to do something, no one comes over and no one answers their phones. Ah the world hates me! :)
Why the heck is some weird ceramic bird on an ashtray staring at me?