hello. my name is chiquita and i am an SG addict.
anyone else ever think about all of the things that you could be doing whilst in SGville? and no, i do not mean cleaning toilets or staring at a wall, scratching yourself. i mean, well for me, i could be writing over due letters, working on one of my many unfinished sculptures or paintings, doing yoga, saving the world from evil and phil collins.
*sigh* i try to cut down, but it's so hard not to keep coming back throughout the day. i think i may have to try one of those SG transdermal patches (tm). have you seen the tv commercials?
*deep voice, speaking very fast* "the SG patch may cause loss of bladder control, anal fissures, knuckle hairiness, extreme diarrhea, temporary Tourette's syndrom, swelling of the head and neck region, and an increased incidence of spontaneous combustion. "
but i am in a pretty happy mood right now. i'm actually groovin to prince right now, of all things. just finished dancing wildly around the room to "u got that look." now, "you sexy muthafuckah!....shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass!!" god, sometimes i just love to dance all around my house like a nutjob, music a-blarin. girlblue was witness to this when we were pretty buzzed in my kitchen when she visited me a few weeks ago. hee hee. sorry for that, lady!
last night i hung out with my good friend (and sometime scandalous affair partner) and we caught a buzz and he made kickass eggplant parm, and we watched that ol' classic "from dusk to dawn." damn, i said, damn, the scene with selma hayek dancing with the snake makes me quiver and shake deep down inside...HOTHOTHOT!!!
i also found out yesterday that i was selected for a pretty prestigious and highly competitive fellowship to fund my research next year!! here, turtle, turtle.....
science rocks!
last night i also had the pleasure of chatting up the very groovy dougal. cool fella.
tonight is my night at home for awhile...tomorrow, i'm going to drink wine with a bunch of girls, thursday is the weekly trivia night with my labfolks at this local rowdy, redneck-ish bar (very fun!). and this weekend, i might go visit some pals in NYC, or maybe just go up to baltimore to hang with pals there. normally, i am not able to do so much stuff night after night, but right now i am in a rare state of freedom.
now i am listening to faith no more. i once called mike patton during my 2 day stint as a telemarketer and tried (lamely) to sell him a magazine subscription. he was cool and said to call back later. and i'm sure he really meant it but then i quit.
redskull says to say that he misses everbuddy. he's jonesin' in a vortex of SG-lessness.
ok, i leave you with a silly joke (disclaimer: i am but a vessel for this joke; it does not necessarily reflect the opinion of the teller, but is quite funny!)
What do you call that useless flap of skin on the end of a penis?
?
?
?
?
?
A man! ---8v) (<----that's a mohawk guy)
anyone else ever think about all of the things that you could be doing whilst in SGville? and no, i do not mean cleaning toilets or staring at a wall, scratching yourself. i mean, well for me, i could be writing over due letters, working on one of my many unfinished sculptures or paintings, doing yoga, saving the world from evil and phil collins.
*sigh* i try to cut down, but it's so hard not to keep coming back throughout the day. i think i may have to try one of those SG transdermal patches (tm). have you seen the tv commercials?
*deep voice, speaking very fast* "the SG patch may cause loss of bladder control, anal fissures, knuckle hairiness, extreme diarrhea, temporary Tourette's syndrom, swelling of the head and neck region, and an increased incidence of spontaneous combustion. "
but i am in a pretty happy mood right now. i'm actually groovin to prince right now, of all things. just finished dancing wildly around the room to "u got that look." now, "you sexy muthafuckah!....shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass!!" god, sometimes i just love to dance all around my house like a nutjob, music a-blarin. girlblue was witness to this when we were pretty buzzed in my kitchen when she visited me a few weeks ago. hee hee. sorry for that, lady!
last night i hung out with my good friend (and sometime scandalous affair partner) and we caught a buzz and he made kickass eggplant parm, and we watched that ol' classic "from dusk to dawn." damn, i said, damn, the scene with selma hayek dancing with the snake makes me quiver and shake deep down inside...HOTHOTHOT!!!
i also found out yesterday that i was selected for a pretty prestigious and highly competitive fellowship to fund my research next year!! here, turtle, turtle.....
science rocks!
last night i also had the pleasure of chatting up the very groovy dougal. cool fella.
tonight is my night at home for awhile...tomorrow, i'm going to drink wine with a bunch of girls, thursday is the weekly trivia night with my labfolks at this local rowdy, redneck-ish bar (very fun!). and this weekend, i might go visit some pals in NYC, or maybe just go up to baltimore to hang with pals there. normally, i am not able to do so much stuff night after night, but right now i am in a rare state of freedom.
now i am listening to faith no more. i once called mike patton during my 2 day stint as a telemarketer and tried (lamely) to sell him a magazine subscription. he was cool and said to call back later. and i'm sure he really meant it
but then i quit.
redskull says to say that he misses everbuddy. he's jonesin' in a vortex of SG-lessness.
ok, i leave you with a silly joke (disclaimer: i am but a vessel for this joke; it does not necessarily reflect the opinion of the teller, but is quite funny!)
What do you call that useless flap of skin on the end of a penis?
?
?
?
?
?
A man! ---8v) (<----that's a mohawk guy)
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