tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85517411951059102772011-08-01T12:46:48.432-07:00Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-52683619094894838202011-03-02T14:51:00.001-08:002011-03-02T14:51:43.894-08:00I brush my teeth for 10 minutes or more, because I get really into it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-5268361909489483820?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-19962389915276304112010-09-22T09:13:00.000-07:002010-09-22T09:15:06.739-07:001. Sleep with shoes on<div>2. Wake up</div><div>3. Remove shoes</div><div>4. Remember that you need a drum key</div><div>5. Put shoes back on 3 minutes after you removed them</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-1996238991527630411?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-33431733299337302252010-07-13T20:15:00.001-07:002010-07-13T20:16:29.445-07:00Today, I got stuck by a cactus for the first time since living in Arizona. It happened 9 hours ago. It hurts just as badly as it did when it happened. Ouch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-3343173329933730225?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-48948001452094866092009-05-15T22:03:00.000-07:002009-05-15T22:04:41.950-07:00Cats are spider alarms.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-4894800145209486609?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-82701463837662493742009-04-23T17:12:00.000-07:002009-04-23T20:01:31.276-07:00Flossing your teeth is a lot like removing the grout between bricks.  I don't know about you, but my teeth alway feel a little wiggly after flossing, no matter how often I do it. Maybe it's because I had major orthodontic work and I haven't worn a retainer in 5 years, but still...   Umm, do you know what I mean?<div>That must mean that eating is like re-grouting your teeth.<br /><div><br /></div><div>PS - Yesterday, I got toothpaste all over my pants.</div><div><br /></div><div>PPS - They're the pants that I'm wearing in the banner. ^^^</div><div><br /></div><div>PPPS - durrrrrfffff.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-8270146383766249374?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-52923886907591829162009-04-03T04:04:00.001-07:002009-04-03T04:05:36.032-07:00I'm nearly 20 years old, and I still get toothpaste on my clothes... all the fucking time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-5292388690759182916?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-26132469588093691492009-01-20T19:28:00.000-08:002009-01-21T01:38:28.309-08:00<ol><li>Grab a pot or pan of some sort.</li><li>Put the pan on the stove.</li><li>Put some vinegar in the pan.</li><li>Turn on the stove.</li><li>Prepare for your nose to be weirded out.</li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-2613246958809369149?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-17160114319177639822008-12-29T15:20:00.000-08:002008-12-29T15:47:20.449-08:00There are far too many people who pray for things instead of getting their fat asses up and doing something.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-1716011431917763982?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-41907364064483130912008-11-30T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-21T01:39:39.628-08:00I went to Walgreens and I saw a girl working one of the cash registers who looked strangely familiar.  Three days later, I finally figured out who she is.  She was admitted to the same mental hospital that I was, two and a half years ago...  weird.  She seemed just as obnoxious as ever.  I couldn't remember where I recognized her from at the time, but I wanted to smack her anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-4190736406448313091?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-30777471414527102942008-11-15T14:35:00.000-08:002008-11-15T15:57:45.122-08:00Thomas Edison, what an <em>asshole</em>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-3077747141452710294?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551741195105910277.post-22275261674260318522008-11-14T15:23:00.000-08:002008-11-14T15:24:26.330-08:00Today, I threw out my suffocating rubber clown suit. Damn, did it feel good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551741195105910277-2227526167426031852?l=mementomari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16189840007393993792noreply@blogger.com1