Do you really think third-rate military dictators would laugh at "Are you wanting a bigger penis?"

Nov 24, 2007 11:13

Hahaha. Spam. I love spam. So unintentionally entertaining.

Ugh, I feel crummy today. My temples and jaw are really tense, and I can't seem to relax them. And I'm kind of stuffed up and my stomach is quietly complaining. Booooooooo. Need to do work today, bad body! We had our Nutrition Fair yesterday afternoon, and it went really well but we were all exhausted afterwards. The kids were pretty well-behaved, but it takes an awful lot of energy to hold their attention and deal with them. They seemed to really appreciate the fair and had a lot of fun, which makes us happy. Haha, we put together a gift for the teacher of the class and she was so surprised she was literally bouncing around. Aww.

Anyway, I was so tired when I got home that I just wanted to sleep (despite it being four o'clock in the afternoon, sigh), so I gave myself the night off and watched movies and tv. I watched The Incredibles again (I watched it last weekend when I was feeling sick, heh), and caught up on the latest two episodes of Dirty Sexy Money. Does anyone else watch it? I'm really enjoying it, though it makes me mad sometimes. The characters are all really endearing in a twisted kind of way, but every single relationship on the show is threatening to explode, so it makes it hard to watch. And yet you HAVE to know what happens, so you watch it anyway. I really can't figure out the motivation of some people, especially Letitia and crazy Simon Elder (I totally pegged him as a creep from the first moment we saw him, his character was just too good to be true to actually be true, not that that makes any sense at all). And crazy Natalie. You are strange, girl. It's kind of lame because I'm not terribly fond of any of the female characters (except for Nick's wife, she is awesomeness, and Carmelita, though she's kind of not a female character... hehheh) because they're all shallow and irritating. None of them has any depth, except maybe Letitia, and it makes me cringe. Stupid writers. Rage.

Whiiiiiiiiine. I really don't want to work, but I have to get this project done by Monday so I can go over it with my partner and put it together in a semi-cohesive fashion. But my instinct is telling me to crawl back into bed and not move for the rest of the day. Curse you, body. I would beat you but, um, that would really make things worse. How about I feed you instead? Will that work? Even though the thought of food is somewhat nauseating? Sigh. Stupid body.

Someone amuse me! Plz? Then I will work, promise! Whinewhine.

sick, classes, dirty sexy money

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