Because I can
blog (n.) an online repository for endless bitching, bad poetry, and pictures of cats that are, on average, never as cute as your own.
blog (n.) an online repository for endless bitching, bad poetry, and pictures of cats that are, on average, never as cute as your own.
My neck/back is pretty freaking sore today, so I popped a muscle relaxer a bit ago, and proceeded to call Ashley to chat and check on her and Luke and JD, and midway through our conversation, the pill kicked in and suddenly my sentences got longer and more meandering and I was stringing words together without syllables and I’m sure she thought I was drunk or maybe just stupid but I can assure you that…
Well, kind of out of nowhere, my neck has seized up and I can hardly look all the way to my right. It hurts like a bitch, way down into the middle of my back and below my shoulderblade. I have muscle relaxers from the doctor, but I can’t be expected to get any work done when I’m on drugs. And the check engine light in my rental car came on the other day. They…
Coffee makes me a better singer. Does it enhance all my non-talents? I will try painting something just as soon as I get my laundry out of the dryer. So, it’s chilly again. Yay? Sunday night it was warm enough to put the top down on the Purple Pimpmobile. It was my first time riding in a convertible, much less driving one. I have to say, having no roof is extremely distractive (is that a…
Only what looks to be the most hilarious book ever!!!
Okay, I feel slightly better. Took a shower and ran some errands. Got groceries. Picked up some sparkling wine so I can have mimosas during Futurama‘s Comedy Central premiere. How festive. I don’t know what I’m all worked up over. I mean, I finally did something I should have done a long time ago and now everything is just really, really off. I crave distractions, and the ultimate resolution to this ongoing ordeal. I look…
Today has been one of those monumentally shitty days that you swear one day you’re going to be able to prevent but you know all along that you’re an idiot for thinking that. The kind of day where you’re pulling shit out of your “walk-in” closet to find your Pinkerton disc because you heard it in the Pizza Café the other day and it reminded you of high school and how much you loved that…
Me, to Jack, who was eyeing the new phone cord I just installed: “If you so much as put that cord in your mouth, I will pull out your teeth and make a necklace of them and wear it in front of you so you’ll be sad.”
Barf: “It’s a girl power kind of thing,” Shafman says. “You’re kind of making a statement: I know I’m a woman. I know I’m the most sought after victim in regards to sexual assault, sexual abuse. So please stay away from me. If in the event you do come after me, I’m going to use my pink Taser to put you on the ground.” “Most sought after victim in regards to sexual assault”? Wow, there’s…
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