I IS SITTING...

Next to Caylie! Oh my dearest Caylie, you are the sunshine to my corn fields. Life couldn't happen without you.
Ha, that made me think of that country song: Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby... Feel a little frisky!
Whiskey. That word makes me think Hot Rod. Good movie. See it. Unless you don't like stupid, verging on perverse movies. Then don't. But if you are a fan of comedy... Oh yeah baby.
I've been living with Caylie for a week. OMG I sound stupid and girly in this post. OMG! LTA! ROFL! I'm just so pretty with my prissy blonde hair and pink jewel-studded cell phone that people don't care if I'm annoying! Oh... They do? DANG IT!
Wow, I am in a weird mood. I should do math. That will calm my mind.
Peace off people of the interwebs.

Just...read it.

There is a teeny tiny tootsie roll wrapper next to the keyboard that I'm currently typing on.

I went to co-op yesterday.

I'm getting my wisdom teeth out soon.

My stomach is doing crazy things.

There's a football floating in our little pool.

I can hear the dryer running.

You are right. Leggings are not pants.

It's important to know the difference between the two Bobs. Dylan and Marley.

I used to love Big Comfy Couch.

Still do.

Just how big IS the boogie man?

My sniff, sniff, coughing is going away.

Gracie, come to me.

I want to be at a park.

I'm still laughing at Mrs. O's Narnia joke.

I really, really like Wendy's.

Baskets are cute things.

I have this one hat that I wear...

There are always things to be thankful for. Always.

Pickles are better than bacon.

Bristol should NOT have beat Brandy. Not right.

There is an arrow hidden in the FedEx trademark.

Frames without pictures in them aren't all that special.

I really want that yellow dress.

I'm hungry.

I want iTunes to work again. So badly...

I'm his....chicken. That's so silly!

I want to ride my bicycle.

How did Mary get that little lamb?

It's Thursday. Those are weird.

Ok....bye. (:

-Frazzled. (caylie.)

Twas a lovely day...

This was a good day. Co-op was fun, youth was awesome, and that's all there is to it.
I don't really have much to say, other than today was lovely.

Caylie: I'm sorry about your bread! It sounds horrible! I'm not going to talk about it anymore though. Don't want to bring up bad memories for you.

I honestly don't feel like writing anymore... So I won't.
Peace off... Gracie

It's Caylie!

I am back, and I am blogging! Hooray. Gracie- I LOVE THE NEW BACKGROUND. I do. I really do. It's quite precious. I'm in this wierd state of mind where everything feels...fast. Intense. Like even the sound my keyboard is making as I type on it sounds overwhelmingly loud and overstimulating. I can't explain it, but it's insanely wierd. Ah.

Hey Gracie, guess what? You. Me. Party. Tomorrow. My house.

Yesterday we went to a drama group thing. And we sang. And Tim looked like the worm from Veggie Tales. It was a good time.

Today, I heated up some cranberry bread and then buttered it. The bread was really mushy as I was spreading the butter, but I didn't think much of it. I took my plate with a slice of bread up to my newly cozy room and took a seat, ready to enjoy.

Little did I know, the bread was BAD. Sour. Foul. Awful.

I took a bite and automaticly gagged. And I'm not even one of those prissy-easily-grossed-out kind of girls. But everything about this bread was repulsive. The texture- it was like it was infested with bugs. The taste- indescribable. The smell- it smelled like straight up death.

This happened over an hour and a half ago and I'm still so disturbed. I can't explain it. It was...I...I'm scarred for life. Alright. Wow.

Ok, well, I must go do schoolwork and such.

Still disturbed,

caylielane.

Yellow Cherry Tomatoes:

They are indeed, the best things ever.
Dear Caylie,
You have a smile that is only second in beauty to one thing, and that is your heart.
Now that we have the cheese out of the way... This blog has been kinda a fail a little bit. FAILBLOG! Caylie do you get that joke? I know that you're not a big internetter so you may not have. (Though you had seen double rainbow dude which made me super proud.)
Caylie: So really what is Failblog?
Me: Well Caylie, let me tell you! It's a hilarious site where people record stupid things that either themselves or other people have done. But I don't recommend it. It can get pretty dirty. As in, a lot of dirty.
Caylie: Oh... Well why do you read it?
Me: Oh I don't really read the stories much. Just look at the funny pictures.

I'm sorry Caylie if you are an avid Failblog follower, but I highly doubt that you'd like it.
Monday through Friday is the best sub-site. Poorly Dressed is funny too. Anyway...

Hug a muffin, lick a toaster, and don't wear your socks in the shower-
Peace off.

Ahhhh!

I'm sorry! I actually thought about this blog today, and felt so guilty! Well, no, that's a lie. I was really just like... Well lookie there. I haven't done that. But I didn't want you to feel unloved. You aren't!
I've just been so darn busy on my own blog I have been rejecting you and your lovely ways.
I am in a good mood. A strange one, but a good one. I just slept for like three hours. And now I am drinking tea to wake up enough to even function. So yes. I have some shtuff I have to do... I'm sorry that my first time back is a short post... But you know. It's just how it goes.
Adios!
The red head who needs to redye her hair and make it redder.

Formal Is What This Is.

Oh me oh my.

Dear Blog, (Yes, blog. Not blog readers.)
I want to apologize for rejecting you over the past couple of weeks. I am without excuse, and I readily admit that. It's not you, it's me.

You're a good blog, and you've never been anything but good to me. I hope you can forgive me, and allow me and Gracie to write posts on you without feeling anger or bitterness.

It's good to be back.

HEY GRACIE! Ya there?

-me.