judypatricia

This afternoon while chewing gum, I tried blowing a bubble and inadvertently spit all over my monitor.

I'm really pretty terrible at sticking with things I'll tell myself to do. An example would be telling myself not to eat prior to bedtime (a few hours before), then enjoying an obscene amount of rice at 9-something-pm anyway.

My mother moved to Las Vegas and arrived last night. I'm envious of her starting anew at the very beginning of the year.

That Soundgarden song "Let Me Drown" makes me think of sex and revs my metaphorical engine.

You know you're pretty gross when you get a little excitement from finding a shopping bag with a near-empty package of Snickers Miniatures. The important thing here being "near-empty."

I am upset because a pair of Snoopy underwear [I most of the time hate using the word "panties" because I reserve it for sexy-talk or a slightly more vulgar tone] I wore only once, somehow got ripped. The band, which happens to be a lovely shade of gay-pride rainbow, hit Splitsville and flew the coop. I should be happy that's the only damage I've caused to any clothing I own, when washing it.

All I ever think about lately is him. But no one's surprised. He's my geek and I want to make him hubby.

I always use the proper punctuation and capitalization when writing in any online space; I try to do the same in text-messages; however, on instant-messaging programs, it's lowercase a-go-go.

I can't sleep without something covering my neck or feet.
That's in case, you know, the monsters come. Truly!

I've bookmarked so many people since we had the option available. I'm slightly curious who, if there is anyone, has me bookmarked.

I should have gone to bed over an hour ago. My head's full, my nose's stuffed and this is all the update I could find.