I'm sitting here, watching my name being dissed. I've had worse mornings.
'Trash'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
ION, WHY am I up at 8:30 on a Saturday?
I asked my self the same question. I am giving myself until noon to be a self-indulgent slug. Then, back to work on the house.
I rise with the sun. Generally, I don't have a choice. Especially with the cats around for sunrise backup duty.
Reasons to proofread your tattoo.
(Though in her journal, she says the typo is on purpose, and OMIGOD why are people so MEEEEEN. So maybe the link should really say, "reasons dumb people shouldn't get tattoos.")
Not only is it spelled wrong, it's a fug-ugly tattoo, and it seems to be on an unattractive part of the body.
Those who are paying attention may notice I've not left the house. I'm going to correct this now, really.
Why would anyone get a deliberately misspelled tattoo? "Wrod" makes me giggle when I type it, but I wouldn't want it on my ASS forever.
I'm up so early (hell yes, it's early for me on a Saturday) because I have to go to a friend's grandmother's funeral. I only vaguely remember the grandmother, though I did meet her at some point or another. I'm really just going to be all supportive of my friend, but -- damn, baby. A Saturday morning?
I just finished my cereal, and I need to get a move on.
Yuck, I didn't need to see that tattoo before breakfast.
JCPenney is using a cover of "99 Red Balloons" in a Valentine's Day commercial.
Not only did they use the song but they elevatorized it shamefully. I was not pleased.
Woo Hoo and
Happiest Birthdays to Kristin and Maria!
Welcome to the world Abraham! Congrats to the Hayden parental units.
Timelies!
I wish I had a fancy and yummy breakfast food right now like pancakes or waffles or bacon or something. But there is just coffee, and if I want anything else, it's cereal.
Also, while she's adorable, Cat is driving me batshit. She won't not be on me, and she won't stop picking me or the couch. I need to find a way to curb the kneading thing.
Lyra, that's just too much. Oh, dear.
Welcome, Abraham! Congrats, haydens!!
Happy birthday, Maria and Kristin!
I have nice homemade biscuits and coffee for breakfast. Yum.