I'll Marry Whomever You Want Me To Marry

...not. But if he has a Pie Time, and if he's good at puns on the fly, then that all works in his favour. However, ever since Isabella's series of nacho jokes, I will never love a man who uses 'nacho' in a pun. That's just the way it has to be.

I've decided that the thing I hate the most in the world is a zipper that needs to be sewn to a garment. I hate zippers with every fibre of my being. They're ugly, they're loud, they get jammed, and above all, they're impossible to sew on correctly. And when you think you've finally got it right, the teacher comes along, looks at your zipper, makes a face, and tells you (mincing no discouraging words) that you're going to have to rip out this zipper and do it again, because this one is wrong.

Sigh.

Monday is Labor Day (or No Labor Day, as I like to call it. Or No School Day). I am excited. You know what I'm also excited about? This weather. It's awesome. The rainy wet dreariness gives me little warm fuzzies of happiness. But that is nothing compared to how excited I am for my first payday, which I found out just so happens to fall on my birthday. A few hundred dollars to pull me out of my debilitating state of negative monies will be the best birthday present ever. But don't let that make you feel like you don't have to get me a present. Because you do.

I have to go to work now. Since it's so dreary outside I feel like knitting. I wonder if anyone will think I'm weird if I bring knitting to work. Definitely yes. The needles probably count as a deadly object anyway. They might not even let me carry them inside. Maybe I'd be better off crocheting.

-Amy Joy