Now I'm going to have a porny dream about you having a porny dream about Thandie Newton tonight.
I have this "The Truth About Charlie" long-sleeved T. In the dream whenever I'd wear it people would stop me and ask, "what is the truth about Charlie?" (in real life this has only happened to me once) and I had taken to replying, "I fucked Thandie Newton." (needless to say, this never happened) ...so in the dream Thandie came after me, like really mad, that I had been saying this and I was all, "back off lady, it's just a joke- public figure and all blah blah..." and then she was all pouty and sad, "what, don't you wanna?" then the dream got much better.
People! I know we've been over this before. Black raisins only belong in that pie I'm going to have to eat in Hell.
Oh! And y'all who care about the MCR stuff have heard about the Mikeyway shenanigans, right?
Oh! And y'all who care about the MCR stuff have heard about the Mikeyway shenanigans, right?
Which Mikeyway sheanigans? The t-shirt, or something else?
I rarely post in natter, but I feel compelled to state that raisins never belong in cookies. Ever.
Raisins don't belong in ANYTHING. Especially my mouth.
my great grandmother put white raisins in turkey stuffing. I never had to eat it but I get to hear about how awful it was every thanksgiving.
Gah. I accidently hit "reply to all" when I replied to our stupid realtor about a house issue. Contractor or someone screwed up and sent the WRONG door to replace one of the doors on our old house. Now the realtor tells us that it will take TWO WEEKS to order and install the correct door. This is after we got just about every duck in a row for our corporate buyout offer. Because of this screw up, it will require HR to extend the corporate buyout offer and it will require us to make yet another mortgage payment.
I'm so sick of this fucking house stuff.
I read that Johnny Depp was going to be in Wisconsin this summer shooting that movie. I should really see where that's happening.
Raisins do not belong in cookies.
Which Mikeyway shenanigans? The t-shirt, or something else?
The one where, while the band was hiding behind Bob's riser so Gerard could emote by himself on stage during "Cancer", Mikeyway stuck two cigarettes up his nostrils and smoked them, which nearly broke Frank because he was laughing so hard.