The Wallflower Report

So last night I was eating a big bowl of ice cream in bed and Judy’s all like “Don’t you even have any respect for your body?”
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So we went to the supermarket yesterday and Judy spent like I swear to God five hours circling around the parking lot looking for a parking space that was “close enough” to the door, which I think in her case means it’s somehow closer to the door than the sidewalk is.
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Oh hey, I have a blog? That’s kind of cool, but I guess I should probably do something with it. My friend Paris is always taking stuff that she found and turning it into a lamp or a planter or some kind of bizarre hybrid lamp/planter which will rise up and throw off the shackles of its human oppressors to usher in the Empire of the Plamper.
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