Happy birthday, tommy!
Ugh, gud! Hope you're well recovered now.
I got hit by half an hour of something very terrible yesterday, which gave me horrifying stomach pains and left me weak-kneed, gasping for breath, and dripping through my clothes with cold sweat.
And then done. I was exhausted and napped from 6pm to about 9, but that was it. Doesn't seem to have been the precursor to anything. Or even a main event.
She looks like her own Spitting Image.
I thought that picture of Iggy Pop was Anthony what'shisface from Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Augh.
I'm beginning to think that the great refrigerator migration is actually some kind of social experiment.
"Riley: We're drawing up a plan for world domination. The key element? Refrigerators that think."
Buffy: "World domination? Is that a good?"
Riley: "Buffy, we're the government. It's what we do."
One advantage of only playing five-star songs - I never have to think, "This song is awesome! I'd better be sure it has five stars, because if it doesn't, it should."
Gud, ACK. oh no. Please take it easy if you can.
Happy birthday, tommy.
Oh man. I'm in all day meetings from now until friday. Fun?
yikes, Gud, totally missed your story up there. Hope the rest of your week is totally uneventful healthwise!
Gud- take care of yourself! And don't couch flip too much!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYROT!!!
Gud! I hope you feel better ASAP! Yikes.
I just remembered something amusing - this morning I turned on my tv and it was on CNN (nowadays I never know what channel my tv is going to be on) and they were talking about the Spitzer stuff - and everytime you expected the woman to say "prostitution" as in "prostitution ring" she would say "prosecution" - I wonder what a "prosecution ring" is.