Mar 08, 2006 12:53
It's been three weeks now since I last indulged myself with the frothy blood of Colombian labor. I believe the senuous smell of it can no longer weaken my knees when passing by an internet cafe or Starbucks... *Sticks coffee-flavored candy in mouth* Baby steps...
The new house is cozy, except for the obese feline beast that lives under my bed and his knowledge of attemted assassinations. At seven in the morning he discovered how to tap into his powers and wake me up... by tripping me down a story of stairs. Arg, some local Chinese place is going to thank me when I give him up. (Lol... ok, that is totally disgusting... poor Chinese, they should bomb me... It's the Jamaicians who eat cat.)
My sweet Lindsay is sick, infected sexy Steve, and now... I get more time to spend with the notorious Micheals and Sam. I mean... more time to mourn for them. So lonely... UNO! Oh, did I mention Sandra and I discovered the pure delight of playing Uno in between classes. Gotta love being a dork...
Attention: Single caucasian female looking for saucy geek who loves making Monty Python and South Park jokes, enjoys old fashioned video games, and can handle listening to slurred heavy metal music. (Wow, I have such weird tastes.) But the most important part of that ad was the word geek. Me must have geek... Secretly, I want that geek from the Taco Bell commercials. I think if I kept him in my closet with a supplied laptop and funyuns the relationship may work.