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Brett and I are beginning to read through Harry Potter again in anticipation...he just handed book one off to me. It has begun.
Miho, my kitten, peed on our copy. Little bitch. So we had to go out and buy another copy-- at the kitty bookstore! This is the only thing she has peed on aside from lots of stuff when a super smelly shirt from a super smelly guy was hanging in our bathroom. (Ref shirt for SSP) We shortly afterwards read about how cats will pee on things that change the smell profile of their homes in order to even things out. She was trying to protect us from the stank. Aw.
Definition of loser: hangs out at work after clocking out. Though I'm not really hanging out so much as waiting for a ride from Melissa because the 27 only runs once every hour on Sundays. I found this out last Sunday when I was waiting with my really painful sprained ankle for, like, half an hour. I then caught another bus that caused me to walk many blocks. Poop.
I started physical therapy last Wednesday. The doctor referred me because I have bad knees, and she wants to help me. They're supposed to work on my knees, but, apparently, we can't do that until my ankle is better. I think this is just a scam to keep me in physical therapy longer. I don't have much time before L&I stops covering it though...I think. I'm supposed to be doing all sorts of ankle workouts that they gave me, but I'm only doing them like every other day because I'm lazy. Don't get me wrong; they really help, but, you know...laziness. It's healing just fine anyway.
I'm starting to realize how bad for me Heath Ledger as the Joker is going to be. I think he's hot. And I'm in love with the Joker. And...I might die. I might see him and wet myself. I may have to watch The Dark Knight over and over and over and over so I may stare at his hot painted face. I'm so messed up.
You know who else is hot? Paul London. He's a wrestler. A hot wrestler.
Miho, my kitten, peed on our copy. Little bitch. So we had to go out and buy another copy-- at the kitty bookstore! This is the only thing she has peed on aside from lots of stuff when a super smelly shirt from a super smelly guy was hanging in our bathroom. (Ref shirt for SSP) We shortly afterwards read about how cats will pee on things that change the smell profile of their homes in order to even things out. She was trying to protect us from the stank. Aw.
Definition of loser: hangs out at work after clocking out. Though I'm not really hanging out so much as waiting for a ride from Melissa because the 27 only runs once every hour on Sundays. I found this out last Sunday when I was waiting with my really painful sprained ankle for, like, half an hour. I then caught another bus that caused me to walk many blocks. Poop.
I started physical therapy last Wednesday. The doctor referred me because I have bad knees, and she wants to help me. They're supposed to work on my knees, but, apparently, we can't do that until my ankle is better. I think this is just a scam to keep me in physical therapy longer. I don't have much time before L&I stops covering it though...I think. I'm supposed to be doing all sorts of ankle workouts that they gave me, but I'm only doing them like every other day because I'm lazy. Don't get me wrong; they really help, but, you know...laziness. It's healing just fine anyway.
I'm starting to realize how bad for me Heath Ledger as the Joker is going to be. I think he's hot. And I'm in love with the Joker. And...I might die. I might see him and wet myself. I may have to watch The Dark Knight over and over and over and over so I may stare at his hot painted face. I'm so messed up.
You know who else is hot? Paul London. He's a wrestler. A hot wrestler.