all these years and I still can't make a livejournal cut
Instead of the traditional morning kiss, morning nookie, or standard alarm clock I was awoken by a fart directly on my forehead.
This was no accident. My beloved put her bare butt to my forehead and pooted.
I was groggy. I laughed. I rolled over.
She did it again and then again.
I was groggy. I laughed. I punched her.
I drove her to work and browsed Neimen Marcus until, as usual, I felt much unfriendly body language from the employees. I prefer Nordstrom for my shop-dreaming anyway.
I pooed in their marble-laden bathroom. I left.
Since then I've:
gotten coffee,
talked to my mom,
watered my potted garden,
danced*,
made a to-do list,
sent some e-mails,
stalked people on Facebook**,
drained 30% of my computer's freshly charged battery life.
I hope to have a productive, if not great, day. With plenty of activities planned, a good night of sleep on my side, and no aches or pains it should unfold nicely.
Been thinking about going to a hobby shop to start building a doll house but this doll apartment building would be cool in the meantime.
*I try to focus my daily dancing on a move or style--see: lyrical, broadway, the jerk. Today focused on getting low a la Ludacris/Paul Wall videos. I can get low okay but I always look like I am straining to carry something heavy by myself. I gotta correct this.
**Does anyone Facebook to the point where you might end up looking at someone's cousins, friends, signi other? Even when you've never met the characters in question? I do. I call it being a recreational private investigator.
This was no accident. My beloved put her bare butt to my forehead and pooted.
I was groggy. I laughed. I rolled over.
She did it again and then again.
I was groggy. I laughed. I punched her.
I drove her to work and browsed Neimen Marcus until, as usual, I felt much unfriendly body language from the employees. I prefer Nordstrom for my shop-dreaming anyway.
I pooed in their marble-laden bathroom. I left.
Since then I've:
gotten coffee,
talked to my mom,
watered my potted garden,
danced*,
made a to-do list,
sent some e-mails,
stalked people on Facebook**,
drained 30% of my computer's freshly charged battery life.
I hope to have a productive, if not great, day. With plenty of activities planned, a good night of sleep on my side, and no aches or pains it should unfold nicely.
Been thinking about going to a hobby shop to start building a doll house but this doll apartment building would be cool in the meantime.
*I try to focus my daily dancing on a move or style--see: lyrical, broadway, the jerk. Today focused on getting low a la Ludacris/Paul Wall videos. I can get low okay but I always look like I am straining to carry something heavy by myself. I gotta correct this.
**Does anyone Facebook to the point where you might end up looking at someone's cousins, friends, signi other? Even when you've never met the characters in question? I do. I call it being a recreational private investigator.