She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does
I have been sick like a sick thing for the past few days, but am pushing valiantly through it to spend time with Louise-- and wondering madly where the hell I hid her present, 'cos I need to wrap it and it is nowhere to be found. You would think a box containing lingerie made of candy would be hard to displace, but no.
Also, you know, Happy New Year to everyone, although I am late in saying so, again because of sickness. It is patently unfair to be vomiting your guts out on New Year's Day and not have the cause be alcohol-related. Same resolutions as ever-- write more, write better, link previous two items, be less of a cocktard, find interesting job-related items to mention, keep a saner sleeping schedule, exercise, don't eat spiders. In general, improve self.
And because livejournal is for sharing emo poetry, quiz results, pictures of your cat, and if you're a woman, ranting about your girl-bits, who am I to break the pattern?
Friend: Have you noticed every time you are sick you are also on the rag? Do you think the two are related? Perhaps you should see a doctor.
Thorne: ...dash cunning observation you make there.
Friend: You know, the whole throwing up thing and sketchy period thing might suggest you were pregnant. Except since you're bleeding, I guess you're not. And not having sex. It's like the opposite of an Immaculate Conception.
Thorne: Uh. Okay...?
Friend: You're not, like, pregnant with Satan's spawn, are you? Because I can't be friends with another Rosemary Woodhouse.
Thorne: I think we should talk about someone else's uterus now.
A link for flidgetjerome: Woman Weds Dolphin. No news yet on whether Rick Santorum has given his opinion.
Also, rock on, Redskins. And now, off to have another go at finding Louise's present. Everything else later.
Also, you know, Happy New Year to everyone, although I am late in saying so, again because of sickness. It is patently unfair to be vomiting your guts out on New Year's Day and not have the cause be alcohol-related. Same resolutions as ever-- write more, write better, link previous two items, be less of a cocktard, find interesting job-related items to mention, keep a saner sleeping schedule, exercise, don't eat spiders. In general, improve self.
And because livejournal is for sharing emo poetry, quiz results, pictures of your cat, and if you're a woman, ranting about your girl-bits, who am I to break the pattern?
Friend: Have you noticed every time you are sick you are also on the rag? Do you think the two are related? Perhaps you should see a doctor.
Thorne: ...dash cunning observation you make there.
Friend: You know, the whole throwing up thing and sketchy period thing might suggest you were pregnant. Except since you're bleeding, I guess you're not. And not having sex. It's like the opposite of an Immaculate Conception.
Thorne: Uh. Okay...?
Friend: You're not, like, pregnant with Satan's spawn, are you? Because I can't be friends with another Rosemary Woodhouse.
Thorne: I think we should talk about someone else's uterus now.
A link for flidgetjerome: Woman Weds Dolphin. No news yet on whether Rick Santorum has given his opinion.
Also, rock on, Redskins. And now, off to have another go at finding Louise's present. Everything else later.