Yar. 
I woke up too early this morning, and with a migrine to boot.
I've decided that the sun is the devil. Why else would it wake me with it's searing hot stupid heat in my eye? (The first time I typed that, I typed "searing hot stupid head in me eye?" and found it to be fairly hilarius...) Plus, you know, the sun is a huge flaming ball of fire, and I think that would make a pretty decent place for hell...
Dispite the head pain, I danced naked around my house listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers and The Electric Hellfire Club. It was good. Until I dropped my peanut buttered toast on myself and all the peanut butter came off. I ate it anyway.
Speaking of eating, I'm in need of some serious sexin'. Since I'm not going to get it any time soon, I took matters into my own hands. And for far longer than I should have, because now...my naughty bits hurt a little.
On a somewhat related note: while on one of my random jogs around the internet, I stumbled across the following image (sans pie):
I thought the caption was hilarius, and I laughed far longer than I probably should have at it. I added the pie because, frankly, her gaping vag made me want to vomit. As does her expression, but hey...you can only cover so much before the whole picture is nothing but pie and a close up that guys balls.
I also thought it entertaining that her ass just covers his eyes, like the black bars the put over people on TV so you can't tell who they are. I couldn't help but think, "Yeah, buddy, I wouldn't want anyone to know I was throwing my hotdog down that hallway, either..."
Moving on! It's almost work time. I'm bored out of my mind, and I'm going to be bored all day as I'll be alone in my cubicle. It'll mean no fucking off, but it'll also mean that I won't do anything at all. Yeah, it makes no sense, but...bleh. Whatever.
Latly, I've got this weird obsession for drawing angry fruit (and vegetables.) I made a coworker an Angry Tomato, and made her hang it on her wall. Every time I look at it, I laugh. Expect pictures of my rediculousness soon...
On an unrelated note - to curb my boredom, I spent this morning talking to Chantal, the lovely singer for MORNINGWOOD (whom you should check out, because any band that names themselves after a mid- and post- slumber erection and chants, M-O, M-O-R, M-O-R-N-I-N-G-W-O-O-D! is ok in my book!)
I woke up too early this morning, and with a migrine to boot.
I've decided that the sun is the devil. Why else would it wake me with it's searing hot stupid heat in my eye? (The first time I typed that, I typed "searing hot stupid head in me eye?" and found it to be fairly hilarius...) Plus, you know, the sun is a huge flaming ball of fire, and I think that would make a pretty decent place for hell...
Dispite the head pain, I danced naked around my house listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers and The Electric Hellfire Club. It was good. Until I dropped my peanut buttered toast on myself and all the peanut butter came off. I ate it anyway.
Speaking of eating, I'm in need of some serious sexin'. Since I'm not going to get it any time soon, I took matters into my own hands. And for far longer than I should have, because now...my naughty bits hurt a little.
On a somewhat related note: while on one of my random jogs around the internet, I stumbled across the following image (sans pie):
I thought the caption was hilarius, and I laughed far longer than I probably should have at it. I added the pie because, frankly, her gaping vag made me want to vomit. As does her expression, but hey...you can only cover so much before the whole picture is nothing but pie and a close up that guys balls.
I also thought it entertaining that her ass just covers his eyes, like the black bars the put over people on TV so you can't tell who they are. I couldn't help but think, "Yeah, buddy, I wouldn't want anyone to know I was throwing my hotdog down that hallway, either..."
Moving on! It's almost work time. I'm bored out of my mind, and I'm going to be bored all day as I'll be alone in my cubicle. It'll mean no fucking off, but it'll also mean that I won't do anything at all. Yeah, it makes no sense, but...bleh. Whatever.
Latly, I've got this weird obsession for drawing angry fruit (and vegetables.) I made a coworker an Angry Tomato, and made her hang it on her wall. Every time I look at it, I laugh. Expect pictures of my rediculousness soon...
On an unrelated note - to curb my boredom, I spent this morning talking to Chantal, the lovely singer for MORNINGWOOD (whom you should check out, because any band that names themselves after a mid- and post- slumber erection and chants, M-O, M-O-R, M-O-R-N-I-N-G-W-O-O-D! is ok in my book!)
I need to get my lovin' on too