MMMKAY, religious rant over. Now on to third grade writing.
I got three necklaces this weekend, and a bright blue Michael Kors tote. I love it. I got it at TJ Maxx. The necklaces I got were: a bottle of fairy dust that had a fairy dust in the bottle (a friend asked me if I was a proud coke dealer. I don't think cocaine is sparkly, though?), a silver cross, and a 90s bracelet (i.e. a bracelet from the 90s).
Oh yeah, I did go see Kaskade in Chicago two weekends ago. Yes, that ended up happening. It was fun, but it was SUPER DUPER loud. Like, I had to leave at 1 a.m. because I thought my ear drums were getting ready to burst. Okay, so I could've stayed and risked it, but I was tired and there were so many people and so much sweatiness.
Also, I've been MIA in the blogosphere for a while (besides random posts from me and a few comments on other blogs). I'm bored with it. I'm can talk and talk and talk all I want, but why? Why am I talking? This is not a self-deprecating, "omg, why? Is anyone even listening to me?!?!?" This is a legit "really, Erin, why are you talking?" "'Cause I've got opinions that need to be heard!!!!" That's really what I say but not really what I mean.
Lao-Tzu in The Tao Te Ching says to not talk, e.g. here #2: "Therefore the Master acts without doing anything and teaches without saying anything." (italics mine)
So I may or may not be talking for a while. I've yet to decide.
And here's a friendly lion from a zoo in Amsterdam in 2009.
