"URSLEPY" makes me think of the Bill Cosby bit about how he hypnotized his brother Russell once when they were kids.
"You are sleepy."
"Yes, I am."
"You will go into the bedroom and smack Dad in the face."
He did it, too! I heard, ::WHACK!:: "What the hell's wrong with you?!?"
And then he came in to get me...
Last night I saw the plate "LVMYSELF" and I'm not sure where he was going with that, but I was instantly earwormed with The DiVinyls. Cruel, cruel, but also I was looking at him funny.
Then again, he's a guy. Hardly news.
That's a lawsuit waiting to happen!
And cruel.
And speaking of sleepy. I am discouraged to find out that the makers of Rockstar Juiced, my drug of choice, was developed by Michael Savage's son...and that together they promote all sorts of ultra-conservative bunk.
Plus, somehow, what was an all juice-no artificial sweetners product last year suddenly has splenda in it.
Great. Now my politics are getting in the way of a good energy bump.
It's hard out here for a do-gooder, yo.
It's hard out here for a do-gooder, yo.
It's especially hard for the do-gooder pimps....
I spent 9 weeks wondering what was sold at a place with a large sign on the roof reading "SPAS." Seriously.
Now, granted it was after 6 months living in a place where a good portion of the time, assuming I would have no idea what a sign referred to even if I could sound it out was perfectly reasonable. I guess I defaulted to that mode.
I did feel ever so stupid and then betrayed by my brain the day it clicked and I realized I did too know the word spas.
Night Shift! My favorite do-gooder pimp flick.
Edible paper.
Edible paper.
"Take LIVE tuna fish, and FEED 'em mayonnaise!"
Steph! Get outta my head!!