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Somedays I just feel like a kronosaurus.
Today is one of those days.

This job makes me have bad posture.
But wearing heels improves my posture.
So if I wear heels at this job, the good posture cancels out the bad posture.
I have no posture.

This morning, I accidentally spelled the word 'key' like k-e-e.
That's a fail in life, but a win for phonics.

I've decided that my new album is going to be named "Appear" while my not as new album is going to be named "Close Only Counts".
I've gotten so many new, better songs recently that I'm able to weed out the old ones that don't sound as good. Like Broken Shards of Glass. Omigoodness. I don't think I'll ever get a solid recording of that.

So here I sit, singing your song
While I'm still here, and you're still gone.
My imagination is only so strong
And I still can't make you appear.

So far, I have 5 songs recorded that are passable for public ears.
I'm like 17% done with this project.

Tageslichtprojektor.

I found out today that orca whales eat sea turtles.
Crunchy on the outside, creamy on the inside.
It's like nature's Lindor Truffles.

I was on that phone for over 16 minutes with a parent.
I felt like a kiosk.
And, no, I'm not responsible for your internet connection problems.

In another fit of insomnia last night, I started thinking about ideas for when Mum and I open up our little enterprise. I figured I'd pay someone talented to design a ballin' website that's clean and pristine and logo-tastic and then pay someone else with a spiffy camera to take pictures of clothes. And then!
And then and then and then
I'd have like an online ordering system where people can pick whatever dress they want, what color they want depending on what fabric we could get (I'm thinking interactive buttons that get brighter when you scroll over them), and then have them put in their sizes (bust, waist, hips). And though we couldn't take online payment, we could have the price right there, and when they hit "submit", we'd get the order and start working on it!
The only problem would be if we got super popular and couldn't handle all the orders without like a two year cycle time, because then we'd have to do some capacity planning for expansion.
That's some operations management for you.
And I started thinking about packaging the orders and designing my own tissue paper to make it so elegant and tasteful for my customers.
And then I fell asleep.

Occasionally, I'll have the bizarre snack of peanut butter wrapped around orange cheese. This afternoon I'm going to attempt to make popcorn in the microwave and make the entire third floor smell like kettle corn.
I'm so nefarious.
(That means I'm evil.)

That guy used my name way too much in that conversation.
"Tell me how to pay online, Allie... Well, Allie, that sounds great. Thank you for your help, Allie. Allie, have a great day!"

I love my name, but geez, you're wearing it out like country radio stations wore out Shania Twain in the 1990s.

I'm going to learn how to do amazing card tricks in my spare time tonight.
Then, I'm going to perform them and impress all of my friends.
All 4 of them.

Michael's so cool. He has hand sanitizer from the CIA.

I love jet-skiing, but I hate when I accidentally say "You're welcome" before the other person says "Thanks". Here's a little bit of phone etiquette I've picked up from my experience in this field:

They say: I appreciate it.
Appropriate Response: No problem!
They say: Have a great day!
Appropriate Response: You too!
They claim: I don't have a financial aid counselor.
I said: If you have a last name, you have a financial aid counselor.

Because that's true.

I want a small, quaint wedding with a slideshow of pictures at the rehearsal dinner.

I also want to start a collection of actual, cool last names.
Like Wannamaker. Or Soerjawan. Or Bacon.

I have four careers:
Seamstress in morning.
Accountant in the afternoon.
Blogger in the evening.
Songwriter at night.
I love my life!

And Sunday naps.

This post was inspired by something exquisite.
It's a blog that doesn't get much foot traffic.
It's like a cul-de-sac.
You should check it out.

I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like,
TWS