I've always wondered what kind of money there is in phone sex--though I'd probably ruin everything by snickering at what the poor schmoe wanted me to say.
'Shindig'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2004: Well, I Wasn't Expecting That.
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
I have shipped my Sekrit Santa box. And I even coughed up for Priority Mail, so it should get there on Saturday, or by Monday at the latest.
t is proud
Connie Neil is me. I'd lose my job for not barking at somebody or some shit.
"Oh, you don't want me to call you that, sir. I'm sure you're a lovely person."
Consuela has it way more together than I do. I still need to figure out what, exactly, I want to put in the second box, and then I have to get off my dead butt and do it.
(insert lazy cow mooing sound effects here)
(insert lazy cow mooing sound effects here)
My giftee will be getting their present *after* Christmas. 1) Because I suck. 2) Because it is going someplace not close.
(Raises head. Moos back.)
Still slackin'.
Moo.
I have no decorations nor tree. I don't even care.
connie, we're not doing decorations or tree. The kid is grown up and flown the coop; no longer a thing.
And I'm still seventeen light years behind, and swamped.
I came home to find Miss Weber's Fruitcake! It's so good. Thank you thank you.