If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me?

I am in my hometown, on mom's super-fast, really extra speedy computer that by the way--wow!--is a quick one. Honest engine, I typed in "iGoogle" to her search bar and the computer went, "ZZZZZZZZ...wut? Dude. ...Wait, wut? It's only 1:30 p.m., man. It's too early." Anyway, the funeral was really nice, as funerals go. It … Continue reading If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me?

I wonder if Hulk met her when he was doily shopping…

Lie-by-pool-at-...friend's-apartment-get-rained-on sex hair. Honestly, my hair is insane. It is certifiably insane. It's over here with a shopping cart, babbling to itself. Kiss Iris sex hair. Look at her bunny footie. Do you know why I don't put that many pictures of Iris up? She's really hard to photograph. She doesn't make eye contact with … Continue reading I wonder if Hulk met her when he was doily shopping…

Where was Sunday? It was all suspicious (Thanks, Paula.)

Y'all. I was gonna blog today about how bad this slays me, and also how I was JUST TELLING ...friend about my beloved Tinkerbell doll (you know what I must be? Is fascinating on a date) and then I walked into Jo's house yesterday and THERE IT WAS. (I sent this photo to ...friend and … Continue reading Where was Sunday? It was all suspicious (Thanks, Paula.)

Last Saturday with the 16%

edzul cryeeng about 16 pur sent. He really IS crying. He looks like a miraculous Virgin Mary statue or something. I guess it's allergies, or maybe that floor is breaking his heart. Concrete floor advice, please. I must dash; having lunch with Jo in an hour and (surprise!) not showered. Last night ...friend drove me … Continue reading Last Saturday with the 16%

The FINAL COUNTDOWN! You’re welcome.

"I told them," I emailed ...friend, after giving all y'all all my big news yesterday. I sent him the link, too. "I don't even read your blog that often and I'm even sad," said ...friend, after looking at yesterday's post. And it IS sad, isn't it? I like the beginnings of things, and I dwell … Continue reading The FINAL COUNTDOWN! You’re welcome.

Random shots and a dirty book. Am totally tired of the phrase “random.” “That’s random!” Oh, shut up.

So I'm reading that dirty book 50 Shades of Grey's Anatomy or whatever, and man is it dumb. And can I put it down? Why do some dumb books suck us in (see: Twilight)? I mean, I consider myself above average in intelligence. Does everyone think they're above average in intelligence, just like everyone thinks … Continue reading Random shots and a dirty book. Am totally tired of the phrase “random.” “That’s random!” Oh, shut up.

Tyre

"Have you read that poll asking women to describe their perfect man?" asked ...friend. "I'm not it." I hadn't read that poll, and one wonders why ...friend is trying to find the perfect man, but perhaps I am jumping to conclusions. Anyway, it's a slow day here at work and so I Googled it. It's … Continue reading Tyre

There’s a light. Certain kind of light.

Although the rest of you may still be staring at that Bee Gees video (veeedeo) from yesterday's comments, I have moved on to my stupid Monday. Okay, here. Here is the veedeo we're all obsessed with in the comments.   Dudes. I can't get past Robin's fine dancing abilities. Well. And Barry's shirt. Dear Barry … Continue reading There’s a light. Certain kind of light.

Dark, brooding, intense–sign me up!

It is, oddly, rather slow here today at my temporary workplace and as a result I was able to go to lunch and everything, like a normal person. Oh, and I know what I said yesterday about this place being an Everlasting Gobstopper, but guess what. Guess. Today they have asked me to stay another … Continue reading Dark, brooding, intense–sign me up!