VAGINA BOJANGLER has such a nice rythm that I sometimes use it as a general oath.
I am home from work again today. I feel much better, but the cold meds that I took to get to sleep last night made me totally unable to get out bed this morning.
Last night I dreamed that I got all these intriguing packages in the mail. The last one was a long narrow tube, curtain rod length, but I woke up before I could open the package. Now I am wondering what it was.
I mostly just got up. I need to shower and go get my cat from the boarding place.
OK, I know this is news to no one here, but: I HATE MY PAPER.
You have a paper? Cool.
I was poring through my flickr account trying to decide if there's enough in there to make a calendar. And I bored myself. Not boding well.
Now, this is not news: I HATE THE COLD.
You want the 60 and windy we have here? I'll trade.
Oh, I don't care what the weather's like outside right now (predicted high 68, IIRC). It's the temperature at my desk that's bothering me.
I have 68, windy, and rainy. Which I kinda like, because I'm a ginormous freak that way, so I'm keeping it.
It's the temperature at my desk that's bothering me.
Oh yeah, that's bad. Why can they never get that right?
I have 68, windy, and rainy. Which I kinda like, because I'm a ginormous freak that way, so I'm keeping it.
I would like it, if the heat in my apartment weren't blasting and if I weren't all prepared to wear coats and stuff.
VAGINA BOJANGLER has such a nice rythm that I sometimes use it as a general oath.
My new one is "Son of Flubber!" because it kept coming up as an answer in the Disney Trivial Pursuit game I played with my cousins over Thanksgiving. VAGINA BOJANGLER is pretty awesome too, but not as family-friendly.