Thankful for:

Apples, pre-sliced from Trader Joe's
Being forgiven
Christmas, the meaning of
Dinner and wine with my mom whenever I want
Equality, more or less
Food, being able to afford
Green Monster
Hope (and change)
Internet and all the wonderful people inside of it
Job security
Kickass house in a kickass neighborhood
Loyalty
Maddie
Nonfat Peppermint Latte with Whip
Old Navy
Public transportation close to my house
Qi, the cheater word on Scrabulous
Relatives, but only the ones I like
Stimulus checks, both already spent and forthcoming
That we found each other
Understanding the world around me if only a little more each day
Vox, sigh
Water, clean
X-rays and other things my insurance covers just in cases
Yams with marshmallows
Z is the end of this list but not even close to the actual end

We're doing the Pamchenko.

A: The Arts & Books section of the newspaper; plain Cheerios; Mittens; really good television; Margs; Jenn's daily phone calls; children's book illustrations; non-stick cooking spray; Scout Finch; kitteh kisses; primary history; J.K. Rowling; The Cutting Edge; bookstore discount cards; that my dad still calls me 'Heatheroo'; fandoms; t-shirts; being folded into hugs; pie; YouTube; Mexican food; Bridget Jones; Pixar; Haven Kimmel; my Amy Sue; Gossip Girl recaps; Hogan's artwork; Potato Salad; spring thunderstorms; London Underground; Beagle snoozles*; romantic comedies; Manmaw's cooking lessons; "Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!"; Sorry; Google Reader; sans serif fonts; Burt's Bees chapstick; The Tale of Desperaux**; Wackopedia; pecans; Coca-Cola Classic; editors; SpongeBob band-aids; caramel apple cider; Chuck Taylors; epic love; Christmas tree lights; IMDB; non-American accents; Anne of Green Gables; fleece; library smell; southern foods; WiFi; Daily Intelligencer; Julie Andrews; The Thanksgiving Mircale; you.

Q: What am I thankful for?


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** Book, not the movie.

blah, blah, blah, my name is Sunday and I hump dogs

You know what I don't like? Sundays. Well. Sunday evenings. Because the closer it gets to bedtime, the harder it is to pretend I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Anyway, for no particular reason, here is this:

Gosh darn it, it's still NaBloPoMo time.

Here, watch this video.

STOP. Google time.

Hi, Internets. It's a lazy Friday here at Collective HQ (in Jennie's corner, anyway), so please to be sharing what's in your Google Reader. And if you don't have a Google Reader, please share something funny. It can be funny haha or funny weird. Doesn't matter. Also, please write a short essay* explaining why you don't have Google Reader already. Because, seriously. It's awesome.

*You don't really have to write an essay. I'd never hand out such assignments on a Friday