Sep 28, 2005 20:02
I’m actually writing this offline because my brother is waiting for an oh-so-important phone call. Oh, the sarcasm. If this douche bag takes 4 hours to call back again, I square to Bob I’ll sic a rabid wolverine on his danglers. Okay. Over it.
I’m currently getting over a really bad head cold. You know that feeling when your head is full of Jell-O and then someone severs it from your body, puts it in the freezer then staples it back to your neck so you get one of those tension headaches on top of the melting gelatin in your sinuses running out of every cranial orifice it can find? OF COURSE NOT! Cause I’m the only one mixing two different Nyquils together in an attempt to get to sleep before the good ol’ flu season even freakin’ starts. Ugh. The colours are very festive, though…
They got me my own podium at work. So now when my legs are turning blue, I have something to lean on. I’m gonna have to put together a pros and cons list to see if I should ask Kim about finding something else.
10 minutes to Lost.
I just coughed so hard that I cried. Yargh.
Well, our Oktoberfest is this Saturday. And this time, I’m old enough to hang out at the beer tent with my grandfather. I’m planning to have fun. I’m determined to have fun. There’s no stopping me. Not even if my skull is made of ice and full of liquefied gummy bears (I love gummy bears!).
I have to colour my hair again.
Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and post this while Michael’s not looking. Ooh, I’m so delightfully sneaky. Damn. Sarcasm again. The humanity.
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