Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain ( Read more... )

bleeeeeeeh

You Passed 8th Grade Science
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R.I.P. Beau ( Read more... )

Never do call ahead seating at Longhorn.
Slipknot and Nippers.
Henna Madness.
Culture Kultur.
Hat or not.
"Dude, he's not moving."
Multi phone calls while bathing.
"What, is this Christie?"

Happy Birthday Christie!

I do not think this necessarily makes me a redneck, but it just may in someone else's eyes... and who gives a hot damn anyway. Onward! I find fewer things more infuriating than other's intrusion upon my once happy and serene space. Where I grew up, I could walk outside and barely see another house, and the one I could see just a glimpse of was ( Read more... )

Hell, I don't know what "it" is, I am not sure anyone knows what "it" is. You know the place, where you sacrifice one out of a pair of your favorite socks. Well, it is growing by leaps and bounds and is taking a hold and claiming things we once thought safe. It's hunger and desire for more than just socks has finally gotten out of control. It ( Read more... )

It is really rather ridiculous how someone else's success can throw a real damper on me for more than 5 minutes. How can I feel sorry for myself when I have not really put myself out there and worked like hell for what I really want? I am the first to admit that I am very easily discouraged and lazy. If I put all of the energy that I do into ( Read more... )

These potato chips are effing hot. Hot damn!

Yeah, nothing important here... lunchtime at work. I thought about going out during lunch and then I realized that I am wearing shoes that are not conducive for that. Also, I failed to finish eating my lunch before my lunch break. Bollocks! I have the snack that smiles back. I think this is going to be a stream of consciousness sort of thing. ( Read more... )