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WARNING!: This post may contain nonsensical rantings!
So, I figure that after the space mix (which I am not quite sure I am going to participate in) maybe we should do an Armageddon Mix. Nothing like gettin' down to the apocalypse!
I know exactly what I am going to do for Father's Day. A painting depicting myself and my father looking out the window at the night sky.In the far corner will be a U.F.O. I will have a speech bubble saying "Hey, Dad I think your rides finally here". Those of you who know or have heard about my father will know that this will delight him to no ends.
In June, Robert Altman's A Prairie Home Companion (based on the radio show on 89.7 ,Saturday @ 6PM and Sunday @ 3PM) will be hitting theaters. I know, I'm an old lady. I don't care! Who would like to accompany me?
I believe I might invest in an electric fence around my crotch so as to deter those weirdo's who like to anonymously touch vag as they walk by. Happened twice last night!
Man, I should never sleep again! I work so much better without it. On the ball!
Too bad, I'm too tired to think. I'm going to go sleep for a million years and wake up to find the world taken over by sloths dressed in Victorian fashion. First, I believe I will appease my stomach with a nice bowl of oatmeal. Peaches n' Cream, bitches!
So, I figure that after the space mix (which I am not quite sure I am going to participate in) maybe we should do an Armageddon Mix. Nothing like gettin' down to the apocalypse!
I know exactly what I am going to do for Father's Day. A painting depicting myself and my father looking out the window at the night sky.In the far corner will be a U.F.O. I will have a speech bubble saying "Hey, Dad I think your rides finally here". Those of you who know or have heard about my father will know that this will delight him to no ends.
In June, Robert Altman's A Prairie Home Companion (based on the radio show on 89.7 ,Saturday @ 6PM and Sunday @ 3PM) will be hitting theaters. I know, I'm an old lady. I don't care! Who would like to accompany me?
I believe I might invest in an electric fence around my crotch so as to deter those weirdo's who like to anonymously touch vag as they walk by. Happened twice last night!
Man, I should never sleep again! I work so much better without it. On the ball!
Too bad, I'm too tired to think. I'm going to go sleep for a million years and wake up to find the world taken over by sloths dressed in Victorian fashion. First, I believe I will appease my stomach with a nice bowl of oatmeal. Peaches n' Cream, bitches!