It's good to be back to my old skin Arigato Meda-Chan!
So Michael Chabon freaking calls me while I'm asleep and leaves a message with my incompetant mother who doesn't know how to write down peoples phone numbers.
*claps slowly*
yay mom.
If I haven't explained it to you yet, I babysit his children occasionally. Especially Sophie. I love. Sophie. So. Much.
yay, applejuice!
Boo non working sewing machine! GO TO HELL!
Yay, TIT! (transies in traning.)
Victorias secret bras are nice. I tried one for once. I prefer the atmosphere at my corset shop though. They are like the grandmothers I never had.
Hannah: Hey, I'd like some bras.
Old bra lady: Hold on a minute, cutie-MABEL!
Mabel: *creeps out of back room* yes?
OBL: What size is she?
Mabel: *looks briefly at chest* 36D. *leaves*

And then they hand me a stack of amazingly well-fitted bras and escort me to a interestingly unneccessary changing room. I say this because they randomly walk in "how are you doing hon?" or "Hey! I found another one that would look GREAT on you!"
It's not for the faint of heart, but it's much less uptight than victoria's secret.

I feel like chicken tonight.
Listen to Dr. John.
Shoop a doo dah.

"I'm not black, but there's a lot of times I wish I could say I wasn't white"-Frank Zappanoid.

PUBLISH'D!!

Great leaping moose on a stone platform, MY WEBSITE HAS RETURNED!
I don't feel like blogging though. Too bad!
Homework time.
I got one hand in my pocket, and my pockets got a hole the size of my hand in it, because my pocket is really a hole.
DISHWATER.
-Hannah