na na na na na. na na na na. na na na na na. na na na na. na na na na na. na na na. na na na na na na na. na na na.
I live in a shoe the size of your face. I eat shoelaces and cotton fuzz. I live within the laces...weaving in and out. I am like a ghost under you. No matter how you walk, you can feel me dancing within your base. There is no way to escape me. I am shoe. Hear me roar.
I can not find any of the six essays that I am supposed to read today on-line. I hate on-line. I hate the fact that I can not get a book for this class. I do not want to go to any more night classes. I do not want to go to any more day classes. I have too much to do. Argh.
On a lighter note, I think that I am getting my invitations today. They will rock. We made them yesterday, and if Charlie does not flake out...they will be printed today. Yeah.
If you would like an invite and you do not think you will see me before July 27th, please comment here with your name and mailing address. Thank you for your time. Hugs: Kaila.