Hasn't Little Mai-Ling suffered enough? . . .Ask the towel lady!!
What they do is their own business, but if I ever catch you with your hand on Rose's behind, it'll kill me.
I see kids who can't even find India on a map!
Well, that's some golden girls for you. I mean, they are on. and so am I ;-) oh god. juvenille sexual humour, I guess I am in a better mood. but is it worth it? hasn't little mai-ling suffered enough? "Elliot made. .. Elliot made. ..Elliot made a pass at me!"
Just when you're about ready to throw up, that's when they're done.
Anyways, Sophia is a hoot. the golden girls are awesome. I love them. I really do. good times watching that show. good times with the family, with friends, by myself, and yeah. god, I'm all bouncy right now.
but, I was sad earlier. I got that sunday feeling. that, wow, it's sunday, *sigh* as I watched friday night sex in the city. it was very odd. I didn't want to cry though, I felt reassured. it was quite lovely. the episodes, and the not crying or being teary. very lovely. lol, I don't cry sunday nights, I just get close too it. I had a crappy, step-in-the-right direction to-day. and tyler came over, even when I hinted that I didn't want to see him; I wanted to be alone to-day. did I mention I've been inside so much I didn't even step on to the front porch to-day? well, I did just mention it. consider this the bulk of the entry.
my entry, however, is like potato chip bags. a lot of hot air surrounding those lovely grease-shingles we all love. harhar, grease shingles. I crack me up. whatevah, whatevah, I do what I want! I have to go. I was being invaded by that comforting, mixed, sorted, stolid-solid sunday feeling. the one that keeps me going and centers me for the week.
it's not sunday. I am centered. I'm also silly. BUH-BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
I see kids who can't even find India on a map!
Well, that's some golden girls for you. I mean, they are on. and so am I ;-) oh god. juvenille sexual humour, I guess I am in a better mood. but is it worth it? hasn't little mai-ling suffered enough? "Elliot made. .. Elliot made. ..Elliot made a pass at me!"
Just when you're about ready to throw up, that's when they're done.
Anyways, Sophia is a hoot. the golden girls are awesome. I love them. I really do. good times watching that show. good times with the family, with friends, by myself, and yeah. god, I'm all bouncy right now.
but, I was sad earlier. I got that sunday feeling. that, wow, it's sunday, *sigh* as I watched friday night sex in the city. it was very odd. I didn't want to cry though, I felt reassured. it was quite lovely. the episodes, and the not crying or being teary. very lovely. lol, I don't cry sunday nights, I just get close too it. I had a crappy, step-in-the-right direction to-day. and tyler came over, even when I hinted that I didn't want to see him; I wanted to be alone to-day. did I mention I've been inside so much I didn't even step on to the front porch to-day? well, I did just mention it. consider this the bulk of the entry.
my entry, however, is like potato chip bags. a lot of hot air surrounding those lovely grease-shingles we all love. harhar, grease shingles. I crack me up. whatevah, whatevah, I do what I want! I have to go. I was being invaded by that comforting, mixed, sorted, stolid-solid sunday feeling. the one that keeps me going and centers me for the week.
it's not sunday. I am centered. I'm also silly. BUH-BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!