Diane Sawyer
I'm a closet Diane Sawyer freak. I have huge blown up pictures all over my room, and I cut out smaller pictures of her face. I plastered them to the heads of Barbie Dolls. Oh, and the really big thing is that when I open my window in the morning, I open it see a huge billboard of her in a provacative pose. Nah, not really. She is attractive for her age, and if she spent a whole hour talking about the mole on her back, I wouldn't change the channel. I'd just put the t.v. on mute, and just watch. Heh, I wouldn't do that. She was on Conan O'brian last night. I was so tired that I taped it, and watched Diane on Conan tonight. It was a good segment. She was wearing a leopard print top, and a leather skirt. Grrrrr. It makes me horny thinking about it. Oh, and she was wearing black sheer pantyhose. Need I say more?
Okay, I was out smoking a little while ago. I was sitting there, watching five wasps fly around me. Then one comes down, and lands on my leg. I get up and run. When I stop running, I turn around to see if it was around and it wasn't. I was clear out in the middle of the yard, and the swinging bench I was sitting on was swinging like crazy. It was funny when it was done and over with. I just wonder what the people in the cars were thinking when they were going by. Maybe they didn't notice, but I don't really care. They would have done the same thing.
My grandmother is supposed to come and pick some things up, but she's not here, yet. I talked to her a couple hours ago. I'm going over to Rob's before work. I smoked my last cigarette, too, and I'm just going to see how long I can go without smoking. So far it's been fifteen minutes since my last one. Not a far stretch at all, but I'm sure I can make it a couple more hours. If not, I'm not going to quit.
Okay, I was out smoking a little while ago. I was sitting there, watching five wasps fly around me. Then one comes down, and lands on my leg. I get up and run. When I stop running, I turn around to see if it was around and it wasn't. I was clear out in the middle of the yard, and the swinging bench I was sitting on was swinging like crazy. It was funny when it was done and over with. I just wonder what the people in the cars were thinking when they were going by. Maybe they didn't notice, but I don't really care. They would have done the same thing.
My grandmother is supposed to come and pick some things up, but she's not here, yet. I talked to her a couple hours ago. I'm going over to Rob's before work. I smoked my last cigarette, too, and I'm just going to see how long I can go without smoking. So far it's been fifteen minutes since my last one. Not a far stretch at all, but I'm sure I can make it a couple more hours. If not, I'm not going to quit.