Dear Stupid Whore Moms in Ranch Bernardo:
Stop it. Kthanx.
In other news, I'm going to beg for a bunny rabbit and a a little blue lobster they have at the pet store.
Everyone in the goddamned house has a strep throat. I hate sick people. But....I grit my teeth (literally) and am generally genial towards them.
I woke up to rolling thunder at 5 this morning. Being that my bed is now positioned so that my head is basically on the front porch, it was really neat. I always wanted to sleep in a nice, warm dry bed outside. Wouldn't that be lovely? You're all cozy and toasty and dry on your nice fluffy mattress and meanwhile the weather is doing whatever it does. (Note: this fantasy in no way resembles camping. Because camping is miserable, cold, hard and bumpy.) And that's the story of why I like my bed.
I feel trapped. I don't know why. I'm not.
P.S. I now have a wishlist. Ha.
Hey, you never know, I've sent a prezzie or two.
Stop it. Kthanx.
In other news, I'm going to beg for a bunny rabbit and a a little blue lobster they have at the pet store.
Everyone in the goddamned house has a strep throat. I hate sick people. But....I grit my teeth (literally) and am generally genial towards them.
I woke up to rolling thunder at 5 this morning. Being that my bed is now positioned so that my head is basically on the front porch, it was really neat. I always wanted to sleep in a nice, warm dry bed outside. Wouldn't that be lovely? You're all cozy and toasty and dry on your nice fluffy mattress and meanwhile the weather is doing whatever it does. (Note: this fantasy in no way resembles camping. Because camping is miserable, cold, hard and bumpy.) And that's the story of why I like my bed.
I feel trapped. I don't know why. I'm not.
P.S. I now have a wishlist. Ha.
Hey, you never know, I've sent a prezzie or two.
But, what we eat are CRAWFISH (aka "MudBugs")
Oh, how tasty! We're having, yet another, crawfish boil at work on friday.
I love my job. They feed me so well.