July 2008
50 posts
mygorgeous: @morningporch, have you ever seen... →
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I love buying jumbo sizes of dishwashing detergent. Doing so presumes I will live long enough to go through it all.
Going to try brushing my teeth again. Wish me luck.
Part of my house are hot. Parts are cold. This is how my body is also.
So it goes: I brush my teeth until I start gagging. (My orifices do not want to be penetrated. Such is the life of sexual abuse survivors.)
I am hiding Canadian money from myself so I will find it later and get all giddy.
BG: Blow me your wad, I’ll blow you mine, together our two wads be ’twined. Stop it, perv: I mean word-wads, but of course we’d co-po naked.
I’m drunk. Ignore me. Or take advantage of me. Your call.
Eep! I have a book club meeting tomorrow night, but I read most of the book while I was drunk, and I don’t remember a blasted word. *snorts*
A dried blob of hand lotion fell between the keys of my keyboard, and for a sec I thought it was a booger.
My new favorite word: thuggery.
Dear Facebook sidebar ad: Quit holding up your shirt and showing me how skinny you are. Don’t assume you’re any hotter than I am.
When I see “annals of medicine” I always think “anals of medicine.” Some doctors ARE anal, but not those of the tiny (@tinydoctor) variety.
A phrase that pisses me off: “ice-cold water.” Water can’t be ice-cold, otherwise it would *be* ice.
Dear Kelly the Bitchy Check-Out Lady: So sorry I didn’t position my food on the conveyor belt right, what with all the stacking and whatnot.
This morning, I could either meditate or silly-dance. I choose silly-dance.
Oh my god: in this morning light, mountains really do look purple, and majestic. Who knew? I’m getting up early more often.
LoveShack has attached himself to my neck like a candiru.
Twitter is like comments without being weighed down by the actual blog post. We all know the real action on any blog is in the comments.
Twitter is icing without the cake. Those who say they <3 cake are liars. Stripped of icing, cake would sit on the counter going stale.
I have stuffed animal hair in my left eye.
New policy: Henceforth, I am only following hot chicks on Twitter. This makes me the new @neilochka.
New book just out: The Sound and the Furry.
To clarify: They are only draped over my shoulders like stoles. Do not confuse me with a furry: http://tinyurl.com/63krtt
Wherein Quentin kills himself after catching his sister, Caddy, doing the bang-bang with some dude while wearing a giant bunny suit.
How can LoveShack not adore a wife who dons stuffed animals to cheer him up?
Peeling stickers off stuffed animals is not an exact science.
The skunk and the fox be gay apparel if I’ve ever seen such.
When I spend too much time with a poet’s work, I feel like I am stalking him or her. So, why not just stalk them, I say.
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