Why am I such a mess?
I'm leaving at 6AM tomorrow, and I'm so on the ball with everything that I'm now worried that I've overlooked something completely obvious.
Like. Did I pack underwear, or do I
think
I packed underwear?
t goes to check the status of her underpants
I know I packed underwear. And socks. And clothes.
I do indeed have underwear in my suitcase. Go team.
Underwear I got. I got everything. I just. Don't. Want. To. Go.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.
My one pair of black pants has a broken zipper.
black underwear and safety pins.
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.
I was eating corn chowder. Was.
Sorry, Cass. If it is any consolation, I had pasta alfredo earlier, and I think I'm off that for a while. Especially since I've decided I don't like alfredo sauce that much.
No worries. I just looked down at my food after reading and thought, you know, not so much now. But I have a lousy memory so I am sure it will look great again in a few days.
scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a
It doesn't matter what noun you put at the end of that, it's too late to erase the idea of them doing it through a straw.
Thanks, ever so.
Speaking of (not) thanks, scrappy, fuck you and the facebook you rode in on. Aarrgh. I spent way too much time looking people up on it today. New job! Good behaviour!
I'm also sad because I lost the auction for this dress which I would have loved to wear. Ah, well. I set my limit.
I'm surprised I'm surprised by this take on the Alec Baldwin recordings. Or perhaps I'm from topsy turvy town. Because I'd spank my child before calling them a "rude, thoughtless little pig." More realistically, my mother who has a talent for verbal evisceration would never do
that.
Not to her kids. Not without feeling it was done out of nothing but anger--and her intention when spanking was to never act out of pure anger.