@(*o*)@LOOK MA. . . I MADE A KUALA BEAR!!! :::squeals::: AW, HOW PRECIOUS
Ok, now that I've made an ass of myself, I can now function properly. When I get back home at the first free moment I get I'm making pasta alfredo. Why? Because I can't stand this daily meal of stale Combos and Lays chips with a side of SlimJim. Have you ever though how much more interesting life would be if they were like commercials. . .It would be cool if MachoMan Randy Savage jumped onto the hood of my car and started yelling catch phrases at me like the commercial suggests. Hell! I think that life would be a whole lot more entertaining if it mirrored silly commercials. Take for instance, that pizza hut commercial with Leslie Nelson standing in that family's kitchen. I'd buy a lot of pizza for the chance to have Mr. Nelson hang out for a few minutes. Although, if I passed by a pay phone and Carrot Top tried to get me to "dial down the center", I'd have to back hand him into oblivion. Or maybe even if life was like the movies. Cruising around town with Wayne and Garth in the Myrth Mobile, handling every situation like the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad.
I foresee myself being arrested on charges of thought crime within the next seven years. Deprogramming is a bitch. I remember seeing some drama movie my mom rented a long time ago, about a woman who was being physically tortured by some antagonist guy. His methods of torture were pretty cruel. The only thing I can remember is that he took pliers to her toenails and although they don't show it - I'm still haunted to this day by that thought. The woman's mantra through this whole ordeal was to keep repeating: You can break my body, but you can't break my mind." That Greg Dulli was on to something.
Friday is here. Thank the GODS. . . Saturday night is going to consist of some much needed recuperation. I can't wait to put on my outfit and dance all the stress away. ::::shake's it like a polaroid pic-cha:: "dirty dance, Dirty Dance" 10,000 points to the person who can tell me what song that phrase comes from by the way. Well it's back to doing absolutely nothing here at work. THANK THE GODS FOR LIVEJOURNAL, and the hours of playing grab ass that it provides.
I foresee myself being arrested on charges of thought crime within the next seven years. Deprogramming is a bitch. I remember seeing some drama movie my mom rented a long time ago, about a woman who was being physically tortured by some antagonist guy. His methods of torture were pretty cruel. The only thing I can remember is that he took pliers to her toenails and although they don't show it - I'm still haunted to this day by that thought. The woman's mantra through this whole ordeal was to keep repeating: You can break my body, but you can't break my mind." That Greg Dulli was on to something.
Friday is here. Thank the GODS. . . Saturday night is going to consist of some much needed recuperation. I can't wait to put on my outfit and dance all the stress away. ::::shake's it like a polaroid pic-cha:: "dirty dance, Dirty Dance" 10,000 points to the person who can tell me what song that phrase comes from by the way. Well it's back to doing absolutely nothing here at work. THANK THE GODS FOR LIVEJOURNAL, and the hours of playing grab ass that it provides.