I have taken the road of copy and paste - from my LJ - solely because the moments in the day when I can actually type out a complete thought are few and far between so repetition must persevere in the place of creative diversity.
Carry on:
I have had so many lengthy ramblings running through my head that would certainly make for some good posts but of course this little fellow doesn't really care all that much for my mental meandering and would prefer I keep the boob nearby, fully loaded and ready for action. I am but his humble servant so I subserviently comply and let my head fill with all the brilliance I will unleash when I have both my hands and arms available for free reign.
Woot!
"Woot" always makes me think of Arsenio Hall and that sends me spiraling into a plethora of things I try to forget from the 80's.
*shudders*
With Live 8 soon to embark upon our fair city we are looking for escape routes in an effort to avoid the masses. Because, as I have reiterated many times before, both Thomas Paine and I can tell you that "the masses are asses" and the asses that are residents of this city are quite enough without 1 million (1 fucking million people reported to park their asses in the middle of my city)non-residents dragging themselves into the equation.
I was at Live Aid - I was actually backstage during most of Live Aid. It was an excellent experience. And - of course - I was only 17 so I hadn't learned to despise the general population just yet. I can appreciate that for what it was.
But now, this comes at a time when I am simply too myopic to want to clasp hands and sing along with a collection of mediocre musicians whose intent is to clog my city streets in an effort to landmark their inner altruistic tendencies. Or supposed tendencies in any case.
And Bob Geldolf? What gutter have you been sleeping in partner? Seriously, Manson chic went out with Squeaky Fromm.
Carry on:
I have had so many lengthy ramblings running through my head that would certainly make for some good posts but of course this little fellow doesn't really care all that much for my mental meandering and would prefer I keep the boob nearby, fully loaded and ready for action. I am but his humble servant so I subserviently comply and let my head fill with all the brilliance I will unleash when I have both my hands and arms available for free reign.
Woot!
"Woot" always makes me think of Arsenio Hall and that sends me spiraling into a plethora of things I try to forget from the 80's.
*shudders*
With Live 8 soon to embark upon our fair city we are looking for escape routes in an effort to avoid the masses. Because, as I have reiterated many times before, both Thomas Paine and I can tell you that "the masses are asses" and the asses that are residents of this city are quite enough without 1 million (1 fucking million people reported to park their asses in the middle of my city)non-residents dragging themselves into the equation.
I was at Live Aid - I was actually backstage during most of Live Aid. It was an excellent experience. And - of course - I was only 17 so I hadn't learned to despise the general population just yet. I can appreciate that for what it was.
But now, this comes at a time when I am simply too myopic to want to clasp hands and sing along with a collection of mediocre musicians whose intent is to clog my city streets in an effort to landmark their inner altruistic tendencies. Or supposed tendencies in any case.
And Bob Geldolf? What gutter have you been sleeping in partner? Seriously, Manson chic went out with Squeaky Fromm.
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funny how being pregnant, then havin a little one, will make you realize how little control you actually have, hmm? and how okay that is... at least so far. not really looking forward to the sleep deprivation, but... oh well. it's part of the process.