Oh Lorrrrrd, it's harrrd to be hum-ble... when you're purrrrr-fect in ev-er-y way!
And onto other nonsensible bullshit....
I've been a lovely nauseous mess all day. I think it was divine punishment for the fact that I have yet to accomplish any of the productive items on my little 'to-do' list. Call me lazy or whatever.. Momsy still won't freak when she comes home because I'm doing a good job of keeping everything running smoothly around here. Well, if mine and Aidan's immune systems will stop having field days with the odoriferous dance of diaharrea-cha-cha-cha. By God, I know it's gross, but if you're reading my journal, chance tells me that you're a glutton for my tactless ways anyhow.
I'm contenting myself, in this quiet house, by downloading more music that might eventually make it to a CD-R and perhaps even my truck. My music tastes are a bit chaotic, so who knows what I'll end up with by the time bedtime comes calling.
...And now the little java chat thingie is being a whore. I never chat on SG and the one bored night that I get curious about what some tweek in British Columbia or Utah might have to say... no dice. Oh well... I suppose it's better that way. I'll simply download my music and listen to Social D until I'm discontent enough for tomorrow's dealings.
Eh.. screw it. Off to bed without new tunes for the Durango. I'll live... it's just not worth my level of boredom, when I could be getting some well-needed rest.
Sweet dreams, Duke.
And onto other nonsensible bullshit....
I've been a lovely nauseous mess all day. I think it was divine punishment for the fact that I have yet to accomplish any of the productive items on my little 'to-do' list. Call me lazy or whatever.. Momsy still won't freak when she comes home because I'm doing a good job of keeping everything running smoothly around here. Well, if mine and Aidan's immune systems will stop having field days with the odoriferous dance of diaharrea-cha-cha-cha. By God, I know it's gross, but if you're reading my journal, chance tells me that you're a glutton for my tactless ways anyhow.
I'm contenting myself, in this quiet house, by downloading more music that might eventually make it to a CD-R and perhaps even my truck. My music tastes are a bit chaotic, so who knows what I'll end up with by the time bedtime comes calling.
...And now the little java chat thingie is being a whore. I never chat on SG and the one bored night that I get curious about what some tweek in British Columbia or Utah might have to say... no dice. Oh well... I suppose it's better that way. I'll simply download my music and listen to Social D until I'm discontent enough for tomorrow's dealings.
Eh.. screw it. Off to bed without new tunes for the Durango. I'll live... it's just not worth my level of boredom, when I could be getting some well-needed rest.
Sweet dreams, Duke.