St. Patrick's Day

There were ducks copulating in the generously referred t0 "creek" behind the APT. Ha HA! You can't fool me, shitty weather. Spring's nearly here Bee-oTCH.

Sorry, I'm sorry.


Crawling under M 's bed with the vacuum to save our markers was the most heroic thing I've done in weeks. I tell them all the time:

It's ok to be scared. Just because you're scared doesn't mean you're not brave. Brave is when you do it anyway, even though you're scared.

HAHAHAHA
I didn't even finish getting all the markers out. I bribed M to do it.

WHAT!

...they  were  sticky.


Whyyyy?

Why were they s t i c k y ?

Because at some point EVERYTHING is sticky.

TRUTH.

SpringBreakWhoo!

Notes for someone to use when they write my biography

You're welcome.

"In the fall of 2012, Anna went back to school taking night classes at the University of Phoenix. It wasn't until the Spring of 2013 that she realized she only liked going to class when it gave her a chance to test out new material. Jokes, that is. To brush off the old Social Skills. 

These classes also gave her the opportunity to write new material. This was the point in time when she wrote the majority of The Pointlessness of Higher Education and How My Parents Blackmailed Me and Took Over My Adult Life."