This isn't Holly, it's Tim. I was just chatting with Holly bothering her as usual and she decided to post a blog. I've never done this so I'm taking her blog posting for myself. However, Holly will edit this so most of the interesting stuff she will have taken out. Ok so I'm going to write about stuff that everybody else does, here we go.
I woke up this morning. My alarm was going off. I turned if off. It was exciting. I took a shower. It felt good to be clean. Appaently this posting has been voted by Holly as not interesting and she is worried that her blog rating will go down, so we are going to have to up the excitment.
Brian and I decided that we are not dating so we are technically "premarital." So with my time with Dick Jaques I asked him for some "premarital counsiling." Most off his advice I didn't really know how to relate to yet.
I really want a pug. I think they are the cutest dog ever. What do you think? It's their ugliness that makes them so cute. It's my thought that people like things with wrinkles. Babies have pudgy wrinkles, people love them. Old people have wrinkles, and people say their cute. I really just think people have a bias towards pugs. If I get a pug I will call him "Sir Pugs-A-Lot."
Nathan Lambert thinks Holly's name is Heidi. That's a nice name, "Heidi." I get this picture of Holly wearing tall green socks with white puffy things on the tops, clogs, her hair in braids, and yodelling. Not really on a side note. Holly is like the sister I've never had. But if I ever had a sister, I would want her to be like Holly. She's great, she even allowed mer to write on her blog.
Well, ok, that's my thought on life. In the words of Kip, "Peace out."
The views and opinions expressed in the above blog posting are not necessarily those of Holly Nicole Kimbrough, her blog "up is never where you are now." or those actually reading this blog.
