Armadillos carry leprosy. Maybe you'd better go for an anteater.
Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. Zoe: We live in a space ship, dear. Wash: So?
'Objects In Space'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2005: the Year of the Penguin
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 2005? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
Ginger - Dec 30, 2005 3:10:06 pm PST #380 of 506
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Spidra Webster - Dec 30, 2005 3:19:03 pm PST #381 of 506
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Wow. That's a fact I was unaware of.
aurelia - Dec 30, 2005 3:19:57 pm PST #382 of 506
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
This has been a crazy week, but now I have KITTIES!
Katerina Bee - Dec 30, 2005 3:23:44 pm PST #383 of 506
Herding cats for fun
If only the kitties could get rid of the ants, I'd have it made in the shade. Maybe a healthy armadillo to patrol the yard...
Ginger - Dec 30, 2005 3:25:42 pm PST #384 of 506
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Leprosy's not very communicable and armadillos aren't very huggable, so the chance of catching leprosy from an armadillo is pretty tiny, but that's why it's illegal to sell live armadillos in a number of states.
Katerina Bee - Dec 30, 2005 3:32:22 pm PST #385 of 506
Herding cats for fun
I also want a tortoise to nibble my lawn down, and they're all crawling with salmonella. Why are all the cute pets so diseased, may I ask.
tommyrot - Dec 30, 2005 3:45:42 pm PST #386 of 506
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Bad news for everyone who's had a sucktastick 2005 and are waiting for a shiny new 2006 - you're gonna have to wait longer. They just stuck an extra second onto the end of 2005.
Sheryl - Dec 30, 2005 4:16:22 pm PST #387 of 506
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Well, on the whole 2005 would seem like a good year for me. G and I are still both fully employed and healthy, I have a new adorable nephew, we bought a house and went to Scotland and life seems to be good.
And yet...the stuff with G's work has been going on since September, causing him a lot of stress. This in turn stresses me out. I end up feeling like a major wuss because I'm not handling it well. Compared to what lots of folks are going through, my life is easy, but I'm finding myself having little meltdowns over nothing. I really hate this.
Let's hope 2006 is a damn sight better for all.
Almare - Dec 30, 2005 4:16:41 pm PST #388 of 506
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
Do the Mayan's know this? Cause they are gonna be super smug when time implodes.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 30, 2005 5:24:03 pm PST #389 of 506
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
This in turn stresses me out. I end up feeling like a major wuss because I'm not handling it well. Compared to what lots of folks are going through, my life is easy, but I'm finding myself having little meltdowns over nothing. I really hate this.
Hey, I know that song!
Er. While I'm here, I'll do a little wrappity up to-do thing. 2005 has continued the tradition of lots of stuff happening very fast. We bought a house, I started school, and we moved (this is my 3rd move in less than 4 years). I fell out of love with my job, but we're still, you know, hanging out and stuff, but really just "friends." But I can't wait to break up with it once I get my degree in about a zillion years.
Moving out of Somerville was definitely hard, I miss all the people and places that were so much a part of my daily life. But Salem is great and I totally am super duper head over heels in love with my - er, I mean *our*- house.
Tom = still rocks. (this paragraph was edited practically out of existence due to complete overuse of Teh Schmoop)