The Sudafed hangover has left me completely scattered and exhausted. I can breathe, though, so I suppose there's that. I'm totally not getting the whole tortured artiste thing of the people who think they can't create or let loose of their geeeeenyus unless they're under the influence of something. I mean, I live for those moments when I can completely lose myself in my writing to the point where the rest of the world ceases to exist, but I like being in complete control of myself before I do so.
My psyche, let me show you it.
Those bits were widely quoted in my High School, I tell you what.
I remember being in 3rd or 4th grade and going to visit one of my dad's coworkers with the rest of the family for a cookout, and they were playing "Sister Mary Elephant" on the hi-fi. That was the first time I'd ever heard "Class...class...SHUT UUUUUUUUUUP!!" and we went around saying that phrase the rest of the night.
When I was working for MTV, the musical performance/host of the show I was doing was Nelly so we had a "live" performance of "Ride Wit Me." Approximately 90% of the song is about getting high, and we were asked to bleep...one word. It's a totally random process based on what the studio exec happens to hear that day.
Good times, used up a jar of jam, bottle of salad dressing, and bottle of v8 juice.
biscuits are now done also and we've had lunch.
Now, knitting.
How's Mac holding out under the no-fi restrictions, msbelle?
Hmmph. Well, I think he's caused enough excitement for now. I hope he keeps behaving.
Yeah, no. I guess that was as long as he could hold it together. Mad at me cause I won't play with him, so he cut my knitting, then cut some of his hair and is now eating a bag of chips to SHOW ME!
Sounds like that would be harder on the chips than on you. Sorry about the knitting, msbelle.
