You know, Rachel, that tends to happen.

The way I see it, it's biblical. God created this world; He is beautiful, and He loves beauty. Therefore, if a man appreciates your beauty, it is because He is made in the image of God and cannot help but do so. Does that make you feel better????? (LOL)

I enjoyed your poem. This is second time you've been sick recently. You must've angered Muny somehow and now he is holding a grudge. Perhaps you should have a talk with him about forgiveness. I also enjoy poetry in general, and tend to believe that this haiku war is the best thing twitter has ever seen.

My pinkies are cold.

I got the afternoon off! We have a big six-month report due for AmeriCorps (halfway through our year of service) and we got the afternoon off to go do it. So four of us went to Starbucks after lunch, and it only took me like two hours. So I went to Trader Joe's and came home. Oh and guess what, I purchased my first beer! Lol I'm lame to be excited. I don't even like beer, but I am determined to explore my options, and it was only a dollar. So I got a beer and hard cider, and pretzel bread to go with it (since it is a "German Oktoberfest ale"). I also bought a lot of cheese.

I sent a package out in the mail. After working really hard at the post office to apply the right postage, IT GOT RETURNED TO SENDER TODAY FOR HAVING THE INCORRECT POSTAGE!!!!!! I have no idea what went wrong. That machine must have lied to me.

Ode to the Horrible Post Office Weight Stamp-Dispensing Machine:

Oh horrible post office weight stamp-dispensing machine, you too have failed me.

All I wanted was the right postage,

But you lied,

And you deceived.

You probably thought it was funny to trick me so,

But it wasn't.

You horrible waste of space, I will get you back.

"Justice is mine," sayeth the LORD,

But I don't think that applies to you.

For you are metal

And plastic

And evil

All rolled into one useless package.

So beware, machine,

Beware.

I don't know how to write an ode. Oh well.

Bye!

Becca :)