Meditations on the number 42
Where I sit here and stare at a very large cup of coffee and consider the meaning of life, chocolate, and Winchesters
Erm. Life. It is what it is. You plant a seed and it grows. Or not. Or, as Dean would say. Life sucks, and then you die, and then you go to Hell, and only then do the angels get their act together, WTF? So, Dean has issues. Big issues. As does Sam. Which I really should address, if it wasn't for the following more important things on my mind:
Coffee cup is empty, which is just wrong in so many ways.
Why are Lancome Juicy Tubes made out of really stiff plastic that is too darned tough to squeeze the last few millimetres of gloss out? Hmmm? It's in there (I can see it!) I just need to get it out. No, Dean. Not the C4! We'll use that as a last resort. Yeah, I know your lips are chapped, but hang in there with me, okay, dude?
Why does the sun shine until you hang three loads of washing on the line? And then the clouds come out chuckling?
Why did I pick today (or ever) to start a week's detox programme? No, not that sort of detox thing. Duh! Just one of those cleansing, kick-start the diet things.
Why does the stuff look so unappealing?
Why did I ignore the instructions and insist on having coffee first? Lots of coffee.
Why is there no more coffee left in the house? Why? Why? Why?
Why am I out of paper for my printer and paperclips? Dean? You been printing out pictures from BustyAsianBeauties.com on my internet account again? Damn that boy! No, it wasn't because I printed out B&C2 forever the other day so I could play with the time cuts on my staircase.
Don't give me that look, Dean! I know the paperclips are your fault too. How do I know? You're jingling, Dean. You told me yourself you only ever needed two. For Sammy? Huh! *adds more items to long list of things required from my second home a.k.a. OfficeWorks*
Why does it take 2 hours to pick all the little bits of your old registration sticker off your car windscreen?
Why don't they include a voucher for a free manicure with every new registration sticker? *pouts at nails*
Why do the household chores positively multiply when you turn your back for a second?
Why am I online when I'm supposed to be taking my mother back to hospital for her last round of tests?
Um. Ooops
Later, people. Between RL and crap, and writing, and mothers. I will be back.
Erm. Life. It is what it is. You plant a seed and it grows. Or not. Or, as Dean would say. Life sucks, and then you die, and then you go to Hell, and only then do the angels get their act together, WTF? So, Dean has issues. Big issues. As does Sam. Which I really should address, if it wasn't for the following more important things on my mind:
Coffee cup is empty, which is just wrong in so many ways.
Why are Lancome Juicy Tubes made out of really stiff plastic that is too darned tough to squeeze the last few millimetres of gloss out? Hmmm? It's in there (I can see it!) I just need to get it out. No, Dean. Not the C4! We'll use that as a last resort. Yeah, I know your lips are chapped, but hang in there with me, okay, dude?
Why does the sun shine until you hang three loads of washing on the line? And then the clouds come out chuckling?
Why did I pick today (or ever) to start a week's detox programme? No, not that sort of detox thing. Duh! Just one of those cleansing, kick-start the diet things.
Why does the stuff look so unappealing?
Why did I ignore the instructions and insist on having coffee first? Lots of coffee.
Why is there no more coffee left in the house? Why? Why? Why?
Why am I out of paper for my printer and paperclips? Dean? You been printing out pictures from BustyAsianBeauties.com on my internet account again? Damn that boy! No, it wasn't because I printed out B&C2 forever the other day so I could play with the time cuts on my staircase.
Don't give me that look, Dean! I know the paperclips are your fault too. How do I know? You're jingling, Dean. You told me yourself you only ever needed two. For Sammy? Huh! *adds more items to long list of things required from my second home a.k.a. OfficeWorks*
Why does it take 2 hours to pick all the little bits of your old registration sticker off your car windscreen?
Why don't they include a voucher for a free manicure with every new registration sticker? *pouts at nails*
Why do the household chores positively multiply when you turn your back for a second?
Why am I online when I'm supposed to be taking my mother back to hospital for her last round of tests?
Um. Ooops
Later, people. Between RL and crap, and writing, and mothers. I will be back.