MissGriff

This morning I was in a computer lab at school, and I had just finished writing a play review and had printed it out. I reached for my little stapler and when I had it in my hands, I realized it was broken! So I decided to fix it myself, because I needed to staple my papers together for class. The bit where you put the staples in was separated from the actual stapler shell, and wouldn't fit back in, so I used both my thumbs to push it back while the rest of my hands was pushing forward - and then I stapled myself. Each thumb was positioned over where the two spikes of the staple come out, so I had caught one thumb on either side of one stapl

I hope Matt is okay with me posting our private conversation on DA, but actually, who cares? (I'm Unicorn Woman BTW, later known as I Wish My Middle Name was Triforce) *emorej = Jerome *voice and movement = A Class ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unicorn Woman says: we forgot It's Only Love in our montage of Bryan Adamsness Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat... says: hahaha Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat... says: damn Unicorn Woman says: i know, its a good one too Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat... says: we will never forget again

I feel really bah-y. Bah! I don't really know how to explain what my problem is, but it's the sort of problem one talks about with ones self, and so you can imagine how difficult it is to write it out here - also, I'm afraid to, at the risk of becoming a stereotypical blogger - but hey, it all adds up, right? I don't know what to do. I need help.