How much does the guy on Yo Gabba Gabba make? Because you would have to pay me a sizable sum to do the shit he does on that show. And wear that costume.
Why do we feel like alcohol will take our problems away? I mean, they do, temporarily. So I guess there's that. But hangovers are like punishment for making the wrong choice.
Why is it that little boys are so fascinated with trucks and dinosaurs? It is like ABSOLUTELY universal. I mean, some little girls are, too. But dude. My kid LOVES dinosaurs.
How can stress and anxiety in your life actually make you sick? Your MIND can make you sick. That is powerful stuff. I guess it works both ways. I need to write a list of affirmations or some shit.
Why are Chicken McNuggets so TASTY?
When is too much enough?
Where have I been all my life?
Where do all of the socks go?
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Saturday, December 10, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Semi-Automatic Bullet List
- I have had roughly four hours of sleep on average per night for the last week
- I have lost ten pounds in the same week, even though I stopped exercising because my muscles weren't healing due to lack of sleep
- Both of these things are stress related, although I am not sad about losing weight
- This ice cream looks delicious
- I am supposed to get my computer back today YAAAAAY
- I got these in the mail (Birthday/Christmas present for hubby) literally 20 minutes ago; I think he will have them before dinnertime even though his birthday is December 1 and Christmas is almost two months away
- I am impatient, generally
- I need to buy myself a cup of coffee. FOR REAL
- I need to get a hair cut
- Change is scary.
- Tired.
- So.
- Tired.
- If I get my computer back, I will give you a WHAMBANG post, with no annoying bullets
- I started a twelve-step recovery program a few days ago.
- I am still on step one.
- I like to think that I already accomplished step zero, which was acknowledging a problem and starting to fix it, as that means I have ONE DOWN!!
- Thank the Lord Jesus that it is not for alcohol, because I am not ready for that at all
- Life is hard
Friday, October 14, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
So, I Heard...
You know what I just don't do anymore?
Keep up with current pop culture.
I used to read all the gossip blogs, and look through the magazines... I wanted to know all the things about all the things, and pop culture is actually a large part of urban life. It is what everyone is talking about, all the time.
Out here in Idaho, though? Not so much. Here, the big talk is about Cord taking some 38-year-old woman from Eurasia who spoke NO ENGLISH to the film festival, where they both got so wasted that while crossing the street, one of them barfed and the other peed her pants. Or that Karl is having an affair with a girl who's not even old enough to drink legally, and they aren't even trying to hide it. Or that Luke got into a fistfight at a pastry store over a tiling job. Or that Justin's girlfriend is totally coked out and he is in denial.
It's kind of the same shit as everything you see in the gossip rags, just involving people who aren't as rich, beautiful, or famous. But there is kind of a clear divide between the two, which seems really contrived to me.
I mean, the lives of the rich and famous are generally seen as fodder for public consumption, whereas local gossip is-- well, just that. Gossip. In the derogatory sense. You could argue that celebrity gossip is public domain because these people are public figures, but aren't we all figures in public, in our own domains? What's done in public can be spoken of publicly.
I dunno. I mean, gossip in general is not a savory enterprise. I'm not sure that picking apart every outfit Kim Kardashian wears on the nightly comedy shows is any different than sniping about Lucy and her nip slip at the Mini Mart.
Thoughts?
Keep up with current pop culture.
I used to read all the gossip blogs, and look through the magazines... I wanted to know all the things about all the things, and pop culture is actually a large part of urban life. It is what everyone is talking about, all the time.
Out here in Idaho, though? Not so much. Here, the big talk is about Cord taking some 38-year-old woman from Eurasia who spoke NO ENGLISH to the film festival, where they both got so wasted that while crossing the street, one of them barfed and the other peed her pants. Or that Karl is having an affair with a girl who's not even old enough to drink legally, and they aren't even trying to hide it. Or that Luke got into a fistfight at a pastry store over a tiling job. Or that Justin's girlfriend is totally coked out and he is in denial.
It's kind of the same shit as everything you see in the gossip rags, just involving people who aren't as rich, beautiful, or famous. But there is kind of a clear divide between the two, which seems really contrived to me.
I mean, the lives of the rich and famous are generally seen as fodder for public consumption, whereas local gossip is-- well, just that. Gossip. In the derogatory sense. You could argue that celebrity gossip is public domain because these people are public figures, but aren't we all figures in public, in our own domains? What's done in public can be spoken of publicly.
I dunno. I mean, gossip in general is not a savory enterprise. I'm not sure that picking apart every outfit Kim Kardashian wears on the nightly comedy shows is any different than sniping about Lucy and her nip slip at the Mini Mart.
Thoughts?
Monday, September 12, 2011
Good Stuff, BITCHES
What do you think of the cursory addition of the epithet "Bitches" to off-the-cuff statements, highlighting the badassery of the speaker?
I just got back from the gym, and I ran five miles, BITCHES.
That Sichuan pepper went down like a peapod, BITCHES.
I just nailed that test, BITCHES.
I walked to the hospital in a blizzard with a broken leg, carrying my grandma on my BACK, BITCHES.
The thing is, usually, if you have done something badass enough, there is no reason to tack on BITCHES at the end. Shouldn't your statement stand for itself? You ran five miles! You ate a fucking hot pepper! You nailed a test! You... well, I think that last one was just a bald-faced lie. But still. Point being, do we need to call someone our bitch to be badass? If that's the deal, we should be able to use it with regular ol' stuff, and it will still lend badassery to our deed.
I just got back from the knitting circle, and I purled my scarf, BITCHES.
That applesauce went down like water, BITCHES.
I just failed that test, BITCHES.
I lied about my grandma, BITCHES.
Hm. Maybe it does kind of work. I guess you learn something new every day.
BITCHES.
I just got back from the gym, and I ran five miles, BITCHES.
That Sichuan pepper went down like a peapod, BITCHES.
I just nailed that test, BITCHES.
I walked to the hospital in a blizzard with a broken leg, carrying my grandma on my BACK, BITCHES.
The thing is, usually, if you have done something badass enough, there is no reason to tack on BITCHES at the end. Shouldn't your statement stand for itself? You ran five miles! You ate a fucking hot pepper! You nailed a test! You... well, I think that last one was just a bald-faced lie. But still. Point being, do we need to call someone our bitch to be badass? If that's the deal, we should be able to use it with regular ol' stuff, and it will still lend badassery to our deed.
I just got back from the knitting circle, and I purled my scarf, BITCHES.
That applesauce went down like water, BITCHES.
I just failed that test, BITCHES.
I lied about my grandma, BITCHES.
Hm. Maybe it does kind of work. I guess you learn something new every day.
BITCHES.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
WINING
I am wining but also whining tonight.
The wining was the 7-bottle blind tasting we held at our house. It was so much freaking fun. One person picks 12 bottles, a third party wraps 6 of them, then we go through them, one through six, and when we're done, we unveil them, starting with the acknowledged worst one.
In past tastings, we've had $8 bottles beat out $75 bottles. It's strange, everyone generally comes to a consensus on the ordering of the wines. There are usually a few that we love, a couple we like, and maybe one or two clear losers. Tonight was mind-blowing as usual, as hubby's favorite wine placed fifth, and I recognized two of my favorites by taste and was RIGHT, FUCK YEAH.
So. I highly recommend double-blind tastings.
Secondly, I just wanted to whine a little bit. Because I did.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.
OK, now I am going to finish watching Kung Fu Panda with the kid and go to sleep.
Bonus! Picture I took at the grocery store as it was starting to rain and the smoke was rising from a fire out Indian Creek that a lightning bolt started. It's going to be smoky all up in this valley for a few days.
Goodnight!
The wining was the 7-bottle blind tasting we held at our house. It was so much freaking fun. One person picks 12 bottles, a third party wraps 6 of them, then we go through them, one through six, and when we're done, we unveil them, starting with the acknowledged worst one.
In past tastings, we've had $8 bottles beat out $75 bottles. It's strange, everyone generally comes to a consensus on the ordering of the wines. There are usually a few that we love, a couple we like, and maybe one or two clear losers. Tonight was mind-blowing as usual, as hubby's favorite wine placed fifth, and I recognized two of my favorites by taste and was RIGHT, FUCK YEAH.
So. I highly recommend double-blind tastings.
Secondly, I just wanted to whine a little bit. Because I did.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.
OK, now I am going to finish watching Kung Fu Panda with the kid and go to sleep.
Bonus! Picture I took at the grocery store as it was starting to rain and the smoke was rising from a fire out Indian Creek that a lightning bolt started. It's going to be smoky all up in this valley for a few days.
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Goodnight!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Christmas Eve
I'm caroming off walls
In my very best jammies
The ones with the peace signs
And hearts on the bottoms
And tonight's the night
That it happens for real--
I bet that I see him,
See Santa this year.
I've waited for aeons
Wrote letters and songs
Just hoping that one day
He would come along
And tonight's the night
I feel it, I swear
The night when I finally had
Something to wear
And I have the plate
Of the cookies I made
And I have some milk
And I have to wait
'Cause I know he's coming
And I am just glad
That tonight my jammies
Aren't half bad.
In my very best jammies
The ones with the peace signs
And hearts on the bottoms
And tonight's the night
That it happens for real--
I bet that I see him,
See Santa this year.
I've waited for aeons
Wrote letters and songs
Just hoping that one day
He would come along
And tonight's the night
I feel it, I swear
The night when I finally had
Something to wear
And I have the plate
Of the cookies I made
And I have some milk
And I have to wait
'Cause I know he's coming
And I am just glad
That tonight my jammies
Aren't half bad.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
MIA
Just a note to let you all know I'm at Ye Olde Family Homestead for the next week, so I may be more conspicuously absent than usual.
To sate your slathering for MOAR, I gift you with this rare photo of The Viewmaster.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Things You Wanted to Say Today But Didn't
If I were to tell you all of the things I wanted to say today but didn't, those things would fit in no space.
It's strange, I'm not generally a quiet person, but sometimes I get in these... moods. And then I speak so sparingly that a blind person could confuse me for a nun with a vow of silence.
It is easy to feel like quiet spells are unnatural when we are expected to Tweet every twitch and discuss every disgust. All of the things are open to opinion and opining. But the simple fact that we are able to broadcast our every breath doesn't make it necessary. Brevity can be the soul of wit just as loquacity can be the whole idiot.
It is okay not to talk all the time. It is okay to watch and wait and store things away for later. It is okay, sometimes, just to listen.
It's strange, I'm not generally a quiet person, but sometimes I get in these... moods. And then I speak so sparingly that a blind person could confuse me for a nun with a vow of silence.
It is easy to feel like quiet spells are unnatural when we are expected to Tweet every twitch and discuss every disgust. All of the things are open to opinion and opining. But the simple fact that we are able to broadcast our every breath doesn't make it necessary. Brevity can be the soul of wit just as loquacity can be the whole idiot.
It is okay not to talk all the time. It is okay to watch and wait and store things away for later. It is okay, sometimes, just to listen.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Lung-dwelling Tamarins and Salad Dressing in the Shower
I would love to write something earth-shatteringly beautiful, or side-splittingly funny, or even something pithily philosophical today, but all I can think of is the ache in my chest and back. It is like I went to the gym and lifted weights targeting my chest and back for three hours yesterday. Except instead of that, I have just been trying to cough my lungs right out of my body. My muscles literally ache from coughing. It is like there is a furry little tamarin lodged at the bottoms of my lungs, and my body will do anything to try to get it out.
If there was a poll to determine relative happiness of all campers present, I would register somewhere near the bottom.
HOWEVER! I did entertain friends on Friday evening until something like 3AM, I cleaned all the things on Saturday and wrangled the boys to a friends' place for dinner that night, and I made food and cookies yesterday. AND! I wrote a contract piece from beginning to end. I think this means I win all the things.
Also, I astounded myself with a discovery.
I KNOW! You are dying to hear what it is. Just let me tell you.
You know how your grandma is always telling you to clean with vinegar, and you are all, "Um, grandma, we have cleaning products now. I am pretty sure I can spray down the shower with Lime Away and it will work slightly better than a salad dressing ingredient."
BUT GUESS WHAT. Lime Away costs almost $5, and you need to use a whole bottle and scrub the shit out of your shower to get any results at all. A bottle of white vinegar costs less than a dollar, and you just spray it on, let it set for a few minutes, and RINSE OFF THE FUCKING HARD WATER STAINS. FOR REAL. It is like a miracle. To me, this is like rubbing Dr. Hartmann's Hair Tonic on a bald man and watching his lustrous locks grow in front of your eyes. I was astounded.
Aaaaand that is your helpful hint of the day. I am sure that you are all glad you stopped by for that one. Now you, too, can have a sparkling clean shower, like the mother fucking adult you are.
You're welcome.
If there was a poll to determine relative happiness of all campers present, I would register somewhere near the bottom.
HOWEVER! I did entertain friends on Friday evening until something like 3AM, I cleaned all the things on Saturday and wrangled the boys to a friends' place for dinner that night, and I made food and cookies yesterday. AND! I wrote a contract piece from beginning to end. I think this means I win all the things.
Also, I astounded myself with a discovery.
I KNOW! You are dying to hear what it is. Just let me tell you.
You know how your grandma is always telling you to clean with vinegar, and you are all, "Um, grandma, we have cleaning products now. I am pretty sure I can spray down the shower with Lime Away and it will work slightly better than a salad dressing ingredient."
BUT GUESS WHAT. Lime Away costs almost $5, and you need to use a whole bottle and scrub the shit out of your shower to get any results at all. A bottle of white vinegar costs less than a dollar, and you just spray it on, let it set for a few minutes, and RINSE OFF THE FUCKING HARD WATER STAINS. FOR REAL. It is like a miracle. To me, this is like rubbing Dr. Hartmann's Hair Tonic on a bald man and watching his lustrous locks grow in front of your eyes. I was astounded.
Aaaaand that is your helpful hint of the day. I am sure that you are all glad you stopped by for that one. Now you, too, can have a sparkling clean shower, like the mother fucking adult you are.
You're welcome.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Scatterbrained
I have a bunch of disjointed things to share with you today. Mostly because I am still kind of out of my mind with sick and medicine and working and I just want soup and a bed but I am stuck here until FUCKING SEVEN O'CLOCK WHAT THE HELL. Also, that O' looks like it is mocking my pain.
...
I was sampled a bottle of Skinny Girl Magarita, and I have to highly recommend it, even though it was made by one of the orange women on that Housewives show or something. It is a WINE BOTTLE full of pretty decent margarita, made with blue agave tequila, but with one FIFTH of the calories of a regular margarita. It's like 100 calories for 4oz. Or... roughly 400 for the entire bottle, which would be more helpful of them to notate....
There is some sort of festival in town that is like a RenFair/Comicon hybid. Everyone is painted blue and green and orange (full paint on their faces and limbs) and they are all dressed in flowy, baggy clothes with beads and ribbons and leather satchels and elf shoes... I have no idea what is going on. One person was carrying a duct-taped and painted styrofoam sword, which makes me think they do those fake battles. ...
My mother-in-law gave me "Slippery Elm Lozenges" to help my throat, and when you suck on them, they start feeling FURRY. I am not joking. It is the grossest thing EVER....
Someone came into the store today and asked if he could trade me three silver spoons for a couple cans of Copenhagen. ...
Have I mentioned that my mother is visiting next week? And I may actually need to be committed after that. For real. FOR REAL FOR REAL. I know she is going to make all kinds of comments about our house being as empty as a masoleum, and I just do NOT want to deal with it. WE HAVE NO MONEY SO WE HAVE NO FURNITURE. And she will be all, just go to the secondhand store! Buy total crap! Just for now! EXCEPT we need the money to fix the gutters and the front door. Also, it is none of her business. ARGH I AM GOING TO GET YELLED AT ABOUT ALL THE THINGS IN MY OWN HOUSE. She is so fucking high maintenance. I just... want to run away. Or die. ANYTHING TO AVOID THIS VISIT....
OK, now I can't talk about anything else because after talking about my mom, I really need to finish that bottle of Skinny Girl.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Review: Arizona No Carb Diet Green Tea with Ginseng
First of all, fuck for what, why is the name a million words long?
Secondly. This is the proper size for iced tea. It is 23 ounces of refreshing goodness. That's 680 mL for those of you who are in the wrong countries.
Third. Tastewise, this thing is like... the lovechild of Sweet Tea and water. It has a touch of honey, so it kind of coats your mouth with a little sweetness, then punches in with some tang towards the end. But it really tastes nothing like tea-- no tannic effect or dark flavor. It is more along the lines of a water with lemon and honey.
YET! It is lightly caffeinated. Just enough to keep you awake at 5:30PM on a Wednesday when you were up all night with a sick toddler and have been at work all day and still need to make it until 7:00 before you can lock the store and run home to take a bath and fall into bed.
Fifthly or something, it has zero calories, no sugar, and 75% of your daily dose of Vitamin C.
Also, DOUBLE BONUS, it is only 99 cents.
In conclusion: cheap, big, relatively inoffensive on the tastebuds, like water but tasty, with a slight buzz of caffeine and NO SUGAR??
8/10
Secondly. This is the proper size for iced tea. It is 23 ounces of refreshing goodness. That's 680 mL for those of you who are in the wrong countries.
Third. Tastewise, this thing is like... the lovechild of Sweet Tea and water. It has a touch of honey, so it kind of coats your mouth with a little sweetness, then punches in with some tang towards the end. But it really tastes nothing like tea-- no tannic effect or dark flavor. It is more along the lines of a water with lemon and honey.
YET! It is lightly caffeinated. Just enough to keep you awake at 5:30PM on a Wednesday when you were up all night with a sick toddler and have been at work all day and still need to make it until 7:00 before you can lock the store and run home to take a bath and fall into bed.
Fifthly or something, it has zero calories, no sugar, and 75% of your daily dose of Vitamin C.
Also, DOUBLE BONUS, it is only 99 cents.
In conclusion: cheap, big, relatively inoffensive on the tastebuds, like water but tasty, with a slight buzz of caffeine and NO SUGAR??
8/10
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
On the Plus Side
My legs are so smooth and silky soft (new razors and the best lotion ever) that they are irresistibly touchable. Not to mention that with all my time in the sun today they are emanating a slight heat.
I want to feel them up. I mean, come on.
In other news, Charlie's favorite fireworks were the ones that "looked like a shoe." Plus his $1 tank fireworks. Take note, City of Hailey.
I want to feel them up. I mean, come on.
In other news, Charlie's favorite fireworks were the ones that "looked like a shoe." Plus his $1 tank fireworks. Take note, City of Hailey.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sometime After Midnight
Crowding my head
Like drunks at a ball game
Possibilities
Probabilities
And all of the things in between.
It's usually after midnight
That my fancy takes flight
Refusing to sit tight
Preferring not to act right
And that's when I wonder
Lay awake to ponder
The path that I'm on
And the one I could be on
This or that
Here or there
Now or never
But we all know that
It's not a path
It's a moving walkway
And there's no way to get off.
Like drunks at a ball game
Possibilities
Probabilities
And all of the things in between.
It's usually after midnight
That my fancy takes flight
Refusing to sit tight
Preferring not to act right
And that's when I wonder
Lay awake to ponder
The path that I'm on
And the one I could be on
This or that
Here or there
Now or never
But we all know that
It's not a path
It's a moving walkway
And there's no way to get off.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Just Wondering.
What is up with those foil-covered chocolates that taste more like wax than chocolate?
Why do people always assume that if it is sunny outside, those of us indoors are ABSOLUTELY DYING to be outside?
Why do some people treat those of us in the service industries as though we are machines or slaves?
Why is it that we are always attracted to rebels?
Why MUST we pop bubblewrap when we encounter it, like a compulsion?
Why do we have an adverse reaction to certain smells which are not inherently harmful, like farts or sulphur?
WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE MAKE THIS?
Why is Clusterfluff ice cream so effing delicious?
Why is it that as soon as you decide to exercise, you are completely overcome with the desire to take a nap?
Why do people always assume that if it is sunny outside, those of us indoors are ABSOLUTELY DYING to be outside?
Why do some people treat those of us in the service industries as though we are machines or slaves?
Why is it that we are always attracted to rebels?
Why MUST we pop bubblewrap when we encounter it, like a compulsion?
Why do we have an adverse reaction to certain smells which are not inherently harmful, like farts or sulphur?
WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE MAKE THIS?
Why is Clusterfluff ice cream so effing delicious?
Why is it that as soon as you decide to exercise, you are completely overcome with the desire to take a nap?
Monday, June 20, 2011
Underpromise, overdeliver!
So, I promised a lot of things. EVEN ALOT OF THINGS. Yesterday. Such as a GREAT POST! And PICTURES! And some sort of pigeon pun what was that even....
Anyway. I am only here to tell you that the day is about to come to a close, and unless I can pull some sort of angora bunny out of my ass, there is not going to be even one of those things in this post. WAIT A SECOND...
PHOTOBUCKET BOMB!
OK. I hope this sates you all for a while. Or at least until tomorrow.
Anyway. I am only here to tell you that the day is about to come to a close, and unless I can pull some sort of angora bunny out of my ass, there is not going to be even one of those things in this post. WAIT A SECOND...
PHOTOBUCKET BOMB!
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| Yeah, I test liquor. |
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| RAWR |
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| Our wine cellar, circa two days ago |
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| What. The. Fuck. Claw Machine, you have got to be kidding me. |
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| Yeah, we got that cow. AND ALL HER FRIENDS. |
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| Best album since Relapse. And yes, we got that many. To give to friends. |
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| Twinkies don't kill people. Twinkies with guns kill people. |
OK. I hope this sates you all for a while. Or at least until tomorrow.
Welcome to the Family
You know, this journal is important to me. But most of the time, I leave it to the absolute last moment of my day, when I am completely wiped out from the rest of my day, and have zero time to do a thing with it. Then I throw something inconsequential its way, like a song or a drawing or someone else's poem.
WTF, me. I am starting to treat this thing like family.
Why is it, anyway, that we abuse family like that? Is it that we are comfortable with them seeing us as we are, or is it that we know they'll be there, regardless?
We should all give our families more respect than that. Well, at least, if they return the favor.
Preemptively. Otherwise it might be a waste of time AND a bother.
Regardless, I shall honor you, my webtastic family, with a REAL LIVE POST tomorrow. About THINGS! With VISUAL AIDS! Accompanied, potentially, by POETRY! And maybe a release of WILD DOVES! Or maybe not the doves. Maybe... a description of a dove? No, there is no way I am doing that. How about... a passing mention of a dove. NO! A DOVE PUN!!! Or at least some sort of pun.
OK, let's just cut this loose with a general GOODNIGHT. Sleep with the fishes!
Or don't. Whichever.
WTF, me. I am starting to treat this thing like family.
Why is it, anyway, that we abuse family like that? Is it that we are comfortable with them seeing us as we are, or is it that we know they'll be there, regardless?
We should all give our families more respect than that. Well, at least, if they return the favor.
Preemptively. Otherwise it might be a waste of time AND a bother.
Regardless, I shall honor you, my webtastic family, with a REAL LIVE POST tomorrow. About THINGS! With VISUAL AIDS! Accompanied, potentially, by POETRY! And maybe a release of WILD DOVES! Or maybe not the doves. Maybe... a description of a dove? No, there is no way I am doing that. How about... a passing mention of a dove. NO! A DOVE PUN!!! Or at least some sort of pun.
OK, let's just cut this loose with a general GOODNIGHT. Sleep with the fishes!
Or don't. Whichever.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Instance the First
In which I post inebriated, yet manage to spell all the words correctly, and even use the adverb "correctly" in place of the adjective "right".
Also, in which I excuse my pseudo-drunkenness (which is not really drunkenness, as we all know that involves spelling errors and gross judgment indiscretion) with "heavy life stuff," and leave that stoner term just dangling for the loosest interpretation available.
Lastly, in which you excuse me anyway, even though my excuse is lame, my post is lamer, and my inability to post drunken booby pics is lamest. BUT I DO NOT POST WEINERGATE STUFF! Don't you know I'm going to be pope some day?
AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah, there it is. The grossly inappropriate comment that forces me to say,
Goodnight!
Also, in which I excuse my pseudo-drunkenness (which is not really drunkenness, as we all know that involves spelling errors and gross judgment indiscretion) with "heavy life stuff," and leave that stoner term just dangling for the loosest interpretation available.
Lastly, in which you excuse me anyway, even though my excuse is lame, my post is lamer, and my inability to post drunken booby pics is lamest. BUT I DO NOT POST WEINERGATE STUFF! Don't you know I'm going to be pope some day?
AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah, there it is. The grossly inappropriate comment that forces me to say,
Goodnight!
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