Back again… Have been having a wonderful sinus-mucous-nyquil-falling-over type of week. I went to work on Monday but stayed home yesterday- Monday was a “This is ridiculous, I’ll be in my trailer!” day. Everything I touched came out wrong, didn’t work, you name it. Shot at and hit and shit at and hit. Erg. I am turning into my father.
Anywho. Galadriel, the pictures will be picked up tomorrow afternoon- excited? Hmmm?
I just had to post this one. Had to.
Blue Panties, you're reserved, and maybe a little
bit depressed...
What kind of panties do you have? (with pictures ^.^)
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For everyone’s information, today’s panties happen to be pink. I’m not sure whether or not to be ashamed of that.
Still downloading “The Gods Love Nubia” from Aida. I’ve got every other song from that musical, except for TGLN, which happens to be my favorite. Eh. Go figure.
Have to get off soon. Mater and Dad are pretending to be my parents again, and are telling me to go to bed because I’m sick. And take my medicine.
Well. This has been some post, huh? I’ve said a lot of nothing, it seems like. My problem is I write in this journal in my head all day long, so when I finally get to sit down at the computer and post something, there’s nothing there to write about. For instance, I had this whole in depth conversation with Legolas about War, and the Bush Administration, and the Carlyle Group while I was soldering batteries. Needless to say, the only thing I remember about it is swearing incoherently when I burned myself. But maybe that was the cold medicine talking.
Anywho. Galadriel, the pictures will be picked up tomorrow afternoon- excited? Hmmm?
I just had to post this one. Had to.
Blue Panties, you're reserved, and maybe a little
bit depressed...
What kind of panties do you have? (with pictures ^.^)
brought to you by Quizilla
For everyone’s information, today’s panties happen to be pink. I’m not sure whether or not to be ashamed of that.
Still downloading “The Gods Love Nubia” from Aida. I’ve got every other song from that musical, except for TGLN, which happens to be my favorite. Eh. Go figure.
Have to get off soon. Mater and Dad are pretending to be my parents again, and are telling me to go to bed because I’m sick. And take my medicine.
Well. This has been some post, huh? I’ve said a lot of nothing, it seems like. My problem is I write in this journal in my head all day long, so when I finally get to sit down at the computer and post something, there’s nothing there to write about. For instance, I had this whole in depth conversation with Legolas about War, and the Bush Administration, and the Carlyle Group while I was soldering batteries. Needless to say, the only thing I remember about it is swearing incoherently when I burned myself. But maybe that was the cold medicine talking.