Let us Rejoice in the Friday!
*munches on nuked chicken nuggets*
Isn't it amazing how intolerably slow the weeks of the month of January go by? We should have celebrated two more New Years judging by how I've been percieving time lately.
I'd say that last week (a four day work week for me) went even slower than this one, because in this week, even though it's been bad on several counts, I've at least had stuff to do.
That is why right now, I'm feeling a bit like doing whatever it is that RDJr. is doing in my icon.
Let us all rejoice in the fact that it is Friday!
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I never think of anything I write on here or on GeekaChicas to be of any importance. (Unlike Olivia's last post! You go girl!) So, it never really bothers me who ends up reading my fluffy stuff.
But, Cecily just tweeted my article on Bear Grylls to Bear himself. Most likely, he won't ever see it. His last tweet was earlier this month and is about a haematoma...and later down about how he can't get onto Twitter in the Guatemalan jungle.
I think he's the only man who can tweet about a haematoma and end the statement with a kiss. X LOL
When Cec told me that she did that, it made me kind of twitchy because there's a chance, though microscopic, of him seeing what I wrote about him. I'm SO glad I wrote what I wrote, and didn't do a bunch of swooning in it, though.
It's not as bad as the very IDEA that somewhere in Viggo Mortensen's storage closet, or garage somewhere are copies of some of my early drawings of HIM! Oh! And the poetry! I sent him my Yoda poetry. I can't believe I did that!
No, it's not poetry about Yoda. It sounds like Yoda because it's all backwards for the sake of rhyming.
See, this happens to me once in a while. When I realize that Viggo Mortensen has seen and read some of my stuff. Stuff that sucks. Thankfully, I can be perfectly mortified without being in his presence.
All right! Enough babbling! I'm going to peel my orange, so if you'll excuse me...
Isn't it amazing how intolerably slow the weeks of the month of January go by? We should have celebrated two more New Years judging by how I've been percieving time lately.
I'd say that last week (a four day work week for me) went even slower than this one, because in this week, even though it's been bad on several counts, I've at least had stuff to do.
That is why right now, I'm feeling a bit like doing whatever it is that RDJr. is doing in my icon.
Let us all rejoice in the fact that it is Friday!
---
I never think of anything I write on here or on GeekaChicas to be of any importance. (Unlike Olivia's last post! You go girl!) So, it never really bothers me who ends up reading my fluffy stuff.
But, Cecily just tweeted my article on Bear Grylls to Bear himself. Most likely, he won't ever see it. His last tweet was earlier this month and is about a haematoma...and later down about how he can't get onto Twitter in the Guatemalan jungle.
I think he's the only man who can tweet about a haematoma and end the statement with a kiss. X LOL
When Cec told me that she did that, it made me kind of twitchy because there's a chance, though microscopic, of him seeing what I wrote about him. I'm SO glad I wrote what I wrote, and didn't do a bunch of swooning in it, though.
It's not as bad as the very IDEA that somewhere in Viggo Mortensen's storage closet, or garage somewhere are copies of some of my early drawings of HIM! Oh! And the poetry! I sent him my Yoda poetry. I can't believe I did that!
No, it's not poetry about Yoda. It sounds like Yoda because it's all backwards for the sake of rhyming.
See, this happens to me once in a while. When I realize that Viggo Mortensen has seen and read some of my stuff. Stuff that sucks. Thankfully, I can be perfectly mortified without being in his presence.
All right! Enough babbling! I'm going to peel my orange, so if you'll excuse me...