Watchin' X-Files with no lights on, you're dans la maison...
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one.
I think I'm going to post lyrics from songs that I like on here, as titles, and you can all guess what they are. This is my version of some kind of lyric meme that is going around. I can only think of one song at a time (or my brain will implode), so here you go. This one's easy. Maybe I should do it like the NY Times crossword... getting steadily harder as the week goes by. Nah, I'll just free-associate, which is what I do 99% of my life. If you haven't noticed...
Hello to Gimberly Johnston, who received my Package of Metrosexualness. I will talk to you on the phone, and we will talk of the Nipple Fairy. Ahhhh... sometimes it is good to be insane.
Hmmm... Norton only found 1 error on my 1 Button Check-up. I was in the 200's there for awhile. This computer is destined to be destroyed... we just have to wait for Bill (Nathan's cousin, with the new baby), to come up and do his computer man mojo on it. He has a degree in computer mojo. Yes, that is an actual job field.
Brr! Closing windows on the end of a speck-tak-cular day today. 65 and sunny. Unheard of. Heh heh, my parents went to Maui for 2 weeks, and they had horrible weather. Ours kicked ass... bad time to go, I guess. My mom went snorkeling for the first time yesterday, and she said it was just like being in an aquarium. I bet that rocked. She went again today. Dad was home doing laundry. That is just so Dad. They are coming home tomorrow. That will be nice. I've missed them. So has Sparky.
Pangur is trying to step on my hands to ack. He just stood in my lap for about 15 minutes, ramming his head into my hand (and face). Okay, he's gone now. I love the Pang, but he is very insistent, and I am very allergic. It is good that Nathan is around, because he rubs him down all the time. He is not allergic, which is a good thing since he is going into vet medicine. Bonus.
What else? Not much. Met with my worker today, on the deck in Hampden. We sat in the sun, me almost falling asleep, and she wanted to know how else she could help me, because basically, all we do is talk about random things and then she leaves. I don't know how to help her help me, because I don't know what I need help with. If I did, then I would fix it, and it would be done. Fini. Ah hell... I'll have to think about it. Maybe run it past Nathan.
Bleached my shirt accidentally today, which is not the first time I've done that. I have two half-moon bleach stains on my boob area. Heh heh... boob area. Okay. I got them from leaning down into the washer to get the whites out to put them in the dryer. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I am kinda short. Not freaky short, but short enough so I have to jump to read the top labels in the freezer section. Yes, I know I look ridiculous doing it, but I get the job done. Anyway, back to the washer. I can't reach to the bottom of the thing, so I have to lean extremely inside it to get the laundry. I also have very short arms and legs. And a big head, but you probably would find me very pleasing, and not like a weirdly proportioned circus freak. There was bleach on the rim of the washer, and it got all over me. And, unfortunately, I didn't notice this when I was hanging out with my worker. Huge bleach marks on my ta ta's, and I'm just talking away. How embarrassing. But not really, because I don't care. If some hot guy was there, I would be embarrassed, but Cynthia is not a hot guy. So... whatever.
If I had a little bit shorter arms and legs, I would look like Pom Pom, from the Strong Bad cartoons. Round with a big head and little nubs for arms and legs. But, luckily, I don't look like a bouncing cartoon character. I don't think. I might have to take a poll.
Shout out to Kelleen, if she is reading this, because I hear she got me some kona coffee. I will email you in thanks, but, well, howdy anyway. I'm sure it will be awesome. I love coffee. Especially kona coffee. You can't get it here, strangely. Maybe at some kind of special super-duper coffee heaven place, but not in the Hannaford. The Hannaford is definitely NOT Coffee Nirvana.
Well, in long, hope everyone is doing well and is keeping out of trouble. You know who I'm talking about, folks. Yes, all of you. *narrows eyes*
*ciao ciao coffee growl*
I think I'm going to post lyrics from songs that I like on here, as titles, and you can all guess what they are. This is my version of some kind of lyric meme that is going around. I can only think of one song at a time (or my brain will implode), so here you go. This one's easy. Maybe I should do it like the NY Times crossword... getting steadily harder as the week goes by. Nah, I'll just free-associate, which is what I do 99% of my life. If you haven't noticed...
Hello to Gimberly Johnston, who received my Package of Metrosexualness. I will talk to you on the phone, and we will talk of the Nipple Fairy. Ahhhh... sometimes it is good to be insane.
Hmmm... Norton only found 1 error on my 1 Button Check-up. I was in the 200's there for awhile. This computer is destined to be destroyed... we just have to wait for Bill (Nathan's cousin, with the new baby), to come up and do his computer man mojo on it. He has a degree in computer mojo. Yes, that is an actual job field.
Brr! Closing windows on the end of a speck-tak-cular day today. 65 and sunny. Unheard of. Heh heh, my parents went to Maui for 2 weeks, and they had horrible weather. Ours kicked ass... bad time to go, I guess. My mom went snorkeling for the first time yesterday, and she said it was just like being in an aquarium. I bet that rocked. She went again today. Dad was home doing laundry. That is just so Dad. They are coming home tomorrow. That will be nice. I've missed them. So has Sparky.
Pangur is trying to step on my hands to ack. He just stood in my lap for about 15 minutes, ramming his head into my hand (and face). Okay, he's gone now. I love the Pang, but he is very insistent, and I am very allergic. It is good that Nathan is around, because he rubs him down all the time. He is not allergic, which is a good thing since he is going into vet medicine. Bonus.
What else? Not much. Met with my worker today, on the deck in Hampden. We sat in the sun, me almost falling asleep, and she wanted to know how else she could help me, because basically, all we do is talk about random things and then she leaves. I don't know how to help her help me, because I don't know what I need help with. If I did, then I would fix it, and it would be done. Fini. Ah hell... I'll have to think about it. Maybe run it past Nathan.
Bleached my shirt accidentally today, which is not the first time I've done that. I have two half-moon bleach stains on my boob area. Heh heh... boob area. Okay. I got them from leaning down into the washer to get the whites out to put them in the dryer. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I am kinda short. Not freaky short, but short enough so I have to jump to read the top labels in the freezer section. Yes, I know I look ridiculous doing it, but I get the job done. Anyway, back to the washer. I can't reach to the bottom of the thing, so I have to lean extremely inside it to get the laundry. I also have very short arms and legs. And a big head, but you probably would find me very pleasing, and not like a weirdly proportioned circus freak. There was bleach on the rim of the washer, and it got all over me. And, unfortunately, I didn't notice this when I was hanging out with my worker. Huge bleach marks on my ta ta's, and I'm just talking away. How embarrassing. But not really, because I don't care. If some hot guy was there, I would be embarrassed, but Cynthia is not a hot guy. So... whatever.
If I had a little bit shorter arms and legs, I would look like Pom Pom, from the Strong Bad cartoons. Round with a big head and little nubs for arms and legs. But, luckily, I don't look like a bouncing cartoon character. I don't think. I might have to take a poll.
Shout out to Kelleen, if she is reading this, because I hear she got me some kona coffee. I will email you in thanks, but, well, howdy anyway. I'm sure it will be awesome. I love coffee. Especially kona coffee. You can't get it here, strangely. Maybe at some kind of special super-duper coffee heaven place, but not in the Hannaford. The Hannaford is definitely NOT Coffee Nirvana.
Well, in long, hope everyone is doing well and is keeping out of trouble. You know who I'm talking about, folks. Yes, all of you. *narrows eyes*
*ciao ciao coffee growl*