But we don't know them, and can't blame or mock them.
What's the fun in that?
Giles ,'Get It Done'
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But we don't know them, and can't blame or mock them.
What's the fun in that?
Hmph.
Hee.
My father just went to bed, and mom is going soon.
I wonder if it's too late to figure out how to get to the Casino.
My father just went to bed, and mom is going soon. I wonder if it's too late to figure out how to get to the Casino.
There is t-shirt in that. It will require a D cup, but it will sell like hotcakes.
While I am here ... Why are Amish girls you see in the local Walmart the sort of pretty that lingers in your male mind?
everyone who clicks [link] and does not immediately think "That guy is gay.", raise your hand.
Despite my hating to wake up, I really did like your mornings. If only the night was longer, I could be a night owl AND do the whole morning-to-myself and breakfasts cooked by other people. It felt so productive even though I wasn't doing shit.
I like early mornings. In fact, today, I woke up at 5:00 AM all on my own.
So I am packing up boxes for holiday gifts. I found the tshirts for nieces and nephews, gifts for mom and dad and bro. ALSO, I found gift for some buffistas. yay.
I have put up the the christmas tree, and I cleaned off the shelf so I could hang the stockings.
I need to buy cut greens. And yet, unwilling to effortize myself.
Also, I never got sick. Well, until this am, when I had a coughing fit. And I've been coughing since then. God bless pyschosomatic suppression.
The only time in my life when I was completely ripped-off and left feeling like an utter fool was in Chicago.
I suppose I should be happy that I wasn't actually nauseous, just getting my gag reflex triggered by coughing. Way too much coughing. But I'd have expected that to happen during the bronchitis of death earlier this week rather than now that I feel basically recovered otherwise.
And Horatio Sans reassures me that some things never change by never, ever being funny.