Are these mashed potatoes made with rock and roll?

Nov 27, 2007 14:20

I'm waiting to make sure the washer doesn't dump water on the floor, I must be ever vigilant.

My self is on a swirly ride of everalternating uselessness and genius fervor. Somewhere in the drip pan is what is left of sense, and just slightly to the right of senselessness. My suggestion to you is to paint the outer layer of your mind with a herring. The dog is more paranoid than I am - this makes me think he knows things that I do not... Sometimes, I think maybe I should stop, and then sometimes I wonder if I could. But you know what I don't wonder about?

Neither do I.

Maybe little chocolate candied baby jesi were such a good idea - now your savior, sweeter than ever before! I apparently fear some sort of external retribution. Death rides a white chocolate horse!

Mwah.

I'm going to whine and stomp about going to the grocery store now, since laundry is done... maybe I'll see if Aileen wants to go... Brilliant! See - genius fervor!

In Other News:
All I want for Christmas is my stuff.
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