so bored...
The occasional Saturday night at home is no big. Considering that I'm at about sixteen months of Saturdays, I'm too boring to live. But I'm also not dumb enough to think I can throw leather pants on this bod and make the scene at Club Rio or somewhere.(Even if that wasn't a college-kid place...my references reflect my ten years of suspended animation, I think.)
I'm all knowledged-up on SPED kids getting thrown in closets, though. Which you can imagine is a totally sparkling mood-enhancer, even if I were going to write about it for a publication someone actually read.
Maybe Dead Kid is lucky. Being a disabled adult is not for pussies, no matter the ice cream flavors, sunsets, or what-have-you you try to fill it with.
Although I can't write that for DN.
Paul has finally broken it off with the Other Erica...of course that doesn't really leave an opening for me, although I sometimes pretend it does. But I can't think about that, or I'll be tempted toward some Detective Munch-style sardonic monologue, and I've got doubts enough about my personality without that!
I hope he actually picks someone decent next time...hopefully that will make my Moneypenny status a bit easier to take.
I'm all knowledged-up on SPED kids getting thrown in closets, though. Which you can imagine is a totally sparkling mood-enhancer, even if I were going to write about it for a publication someone actually read.
Maybe Dead Kid is lucky. Being a disabled adult is not for pussies, no matter the ice cream flavors, sunsets, or what-have-you you try to fill it with.
Although I can't write that for DN.
Paul has finally broken it off with the Other Erica...of course that doesn't really leave an opening for me, although I sometimes pretend it does. But I can't think about that, or I'll be tempted toward some Detective Munch-style sardonic monologue, and I've got doubts enough about my personality without that!
I hope he actually picks someone decent next time...hopefully that will make my Moneypenny status a bit easier to take.