i dont know when. i dont know how. but i know something's starting right now...
i think that periods are one of the many cosmic jokes. who thought that one up?
cosmic baker #1: gee, jim, ya know what'd be funny?
cosmic baker #2: what's that, tom?
cosmic baker #1: if women bled
cosmic baker #2: they do bleed. see, they're filled with the stuff
cosmic baker #1: yeah i know that, genius, but what if they bled out of somewhere unexpected
cosmic baker #2: like their ears?
cosmic baker #1: nah, that's only if they're dying or something. what if this place was a secret. like only they knew it
cosmic baker #2: so whats the fun in that?
cosmic baker #1: well, there'd be little hints. like theyd get all puffy and start changing their finger nail polish more frequently. and theyd be cynical and sarcastic more than usual.
cosmic baker #2: oh! yeah! and theyd break out and would have like a WEEK of bad hair days, and start craving chocolate and steamed dumplings or sesame chicken and lemonade and bourbon chicken...
cosmic baker #1: HAHAHA oh that's so good! where should they bleed out of though?
cosmic baker #2: noses!
cosmic baker #1: no, you dumbass. thats SO easy to spot. but i like your thinking. we'll save nosebleeds for other occasions.
cosmic baker #2: what if they bled out of their boobs!!!! it'd be all over their shirts and stuff!
cosmic baker #1: have you gone mad? why mix pleasure with random bleeding and unhappiness. no, that just won't do. OH! IVE GOT IT! we'll make them bleed out their asses!
cosmic baker #2: omg thats brilliant! its secret enough that theyd know, and we'd know, and itd give the rest of the world something to wonder! are they really bitches or are they just on the rag?
cosmic baker #1: FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!
cosmic baker #2: man that was some hard thinking.
cosmic baker #1: sure was...so, you want a beer?
cosmic baker #2: yeah, ok. i could go for a cold one 'bout now. heh heh heh...bleeding out their asses...heh
at least, thats how it seems to me right about now. man, i was wanting some bourbon chicken today. wanted it so bad, i tunnelvisioned myself to the cajun place at the mall. but then i was attacked by a kabob girl and her chicken, so i had a gyro instead (pron. yee-row). tried to eat that fucker in the car and (a) got tsaziki all over myself, (b) nearly broke my jaw on poor quality lamb, and (c) felt sick shortly after. thatll learn ME to let a short, greasy man with poor flirting skills make me a gyro again. ladies, never let a craving go! if its pot stickers you want, and you have to go online for 34 min to find a restaurant in your area and call several and finally find one called shanghai garden on harrison that youve called before and theyre pricy, but its pot stickers, then DO IT! call 919-667-1166 and have a scary man who demands higher tips and wont leave until you add on an extra dollar and a half to his already inflated tip deliver you cold pot stickers and egg drop soup because you have to make the $10 min for delivery. I SAY, DO IT!
its so goddamn hard to write run ons. damn. seriously though. whats up? im still getting over trying not to catch whatever is trying to make me sick. i havent gotten it yet, but ive come so close to being tackled by this bitch. damn. NOTHING, let alone blood, should have survived the whittemore wedding reception on saturday. except for this little plague. grr, little plague. grr.
ok, so i just heard the law & order theme and im sick of being on this comp in this cold room on the phone with cheryl, though i do so love her.
seems as if ive gotten myself into another pickle. im flying to jackson on dec 2 (arriving 840pm) and leaving for dc at 804am from the same place. while im there, im visiting the fam BRIEFLY because god knows i love em and cant stand em either, driving to bham to visit the non-blood people that i love as if they WERE blood (related, that is), going back to jackson to retrieve cheryl's new yorkie puppy, then the both of us will be hopping a flight for reagan. so maybe ill leave the 5th. who knows. i need ahleesohn time too. and more than 2 hours this time. dammit, sarah.
well now ive gone and missed the first 10 min of law & order. stop distracting me. and dont tell me i dont update! more to come later if ive seen the episode more than thrice. then, ill be popping in WHEN HARRY MET SALLY because its the best movie ever and im so hormonal that a half of crying today JUST ISNT ENOUGH. i need chocolate. (good timing, right? i have that BUTTLOAD of candy left!!)
cosmic baker #1: gee, jim, ya know what'd be funny?
cosmic baker #2: what's that, tom?
cosmic baker #1: if women bled
cosmic baker #2: they do bleed. see, they're filled with the stuff
cosmic baker #1: yeah i know that, genius, but what if they bled out of somewhere unexpected
cosmic baker #2: like their ears?
cosmic baker #1: nah, that's only if they're dying or something. what if this place was a secret. like only they knew it
cosmic baker #2: so whats the fun in that?
cosmic baker #1: well, there'd be little hints. like theyd get all puffy and start changing their finger nail polish more frequently. and theyd be cynical and sarcastic more than usual.
cosmic baker #2: oh! yeah! and theyd break out and would have like a WEEK of bad hair days, and start craving chocolate and steamed dumplings or sesame chicken and lemonade and bourbon chicken...
cosmic baker #1: HAHAHA oh that's so good! where should they bleed out of though?
cosmic baker #2: noses!
cosmic baker #1: no, you dumbass. thats SO easy to spot. but i like your thinking. we'll save nosebleeds for other occasions.
cosmic baker #2: what if they bled out of their boobs!!!! it'd be all over their shirts and stuff!
cosmic baker #1: have you gone mad? why mix pleasure with random bleeding and unhappiness. no, that just won't do. OH! IVE GOT IT! we'll make them bleed out their asses!
cosmic baker #2: omg thats brilliant! its secret enough that theyd know, and we'd know, and itd give the rest of the world something to wonder! are they really bitches or are they just on the rag?
cosmic baker #1: FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!
cosmic baker #2: man that was some hard thinking.
cosmic baker #1: sure was...so, you want a beer?
cosmic baker #2: yeah, ok. i could go for a cold one 'bout now. heh heh heh...bleeding out their asses...heh
at least, thats how it seems to me right about now. man, i was wanting some bourbon chicken today. wanted it so bad, i tunnelvisioned myself to the cajun place at the mall. but then i was attacked by a kabob girl and her chicken, so i had a gyro instead (pron. yee-row). tried to eat that fucker in the car and (a) got tsaziki all over myself, (b) nearly broke my jaw on poor quality lamb, and (c) felt sick shortly after. thatll learn ME to let a short, greasy man with poor flirting skills make me a gyro again. ladies, never let a craving go! if its pot stickers you want, and you have to go online for 34 min to find a restaurant in your area and call several and finally find one called shanghai garden on harrison that youve called before and theyre pricy, but its pot stickers, then DO IT! call 919-667-1166 and have a scary man who demands higher tips and wont leave until you add on an extra dollar and a half to his already inflated tip deliver you cold pot stickers and egg drop soup because you have to make the $10 min for delivery. I SAY, DO IT!
its so goddamn hard to write run ons. damn. seriously though. whats up? im still getting over trying not to catch whatever is trying to make me sick. i havent gotten it yet, but ive come so close to being tackled by this bitch. damn. NOTHING, let alone blood, should have survived the whittemore wedding reception on saturday. except for this little plague. grr, little plague. grr.
ok, so i just heard the law & order theme and im sick of being on this comp in this cold room on the phone with cheryl, though i do so love her.
seems as if ive gotten myself into another pickle. im flying to jackson on dec 2 (arriving 840pm) and leaving for dc at 804am from the same place. while im there, im visiting the fam BRIEFLY because god knows i love em and cant stand em either, driving to bham to visit the non-blood people that i love as if they WERE blood (related, that is), going back to jackson to retrieve cheryl's new yorkie puppy, then the both of us will be hopping a flight for reagan. so maybe ill leave the 5th. who knows. i need ahleesohn time too. and more than 2 hours this time. dammit, sarah.
well now ive gone and missed the first 10 min of law & order. stop distracting me. and dont tell me i dont update! more to come later if ive seen the episode more than thrice. then, ill be popping in WHEN HARRY MET SALLY because its the best movie ever and im so hormonal that a half of crying today JUST ISNT ENOUGH. i need chocolate. (good timing, right? i have that BUTTLOAD of candy left!!)