Just a little whipped cream, and honey I'm on my way...
Stupid mother fucking satellite and its stupid... stupidness. Missed the Riches last night because the fucking SIGNAL was dropped or some such rot. I am destined to never see an episode at its proper time. And I was all set with a big piece of cake and a beer. Anyway...
Hijacked Suzanna yesterday to locate some jeans, which we managed successfully. If buying men's jeans is always this much easier, then I am going to swear off shopping for women's all together. And I figure if today's average male is wearing women's jeans then it works both ways. They're heinously comfortable, at any rate.
Getting away from the jeans though, we ate at Olive Garden... I wanted to kill people. We left Olive Garden. Watched the Office for... several hours... Baked a cake... Attempted to watch the Riches, gave up, watched A Bit of Fry and Laurie... I said various idiotic things...
Am upset because I cannot take Rosie out for a spin, and apparently my skateboard rotted and broke in half... which is why I kept it on the SECOND bloody level of the barn and not the first... Anyway, I am much too poor to buy a new one, nor do I want a new one, damn it... I liked mine. And just because it's broken in half, does NOT mean that it should go in the bin... there were stickers on there that I was emotionally invested in...
On that note... Garlic bread.
Hijacked Suzanna yesterday to locate some jeans, which we managed successfully. If buying men's jeans is always this much easier, then I am going to swear off shopping for women's all together. And I figure if today's average male is wearing women's jeans then it works both ways. They're heinously comfortable, at any rate.
Getting away from the jeans though, we ate at Olive Garden... I wanted to kill people. We left Olive Garden. Watched the Office for... several hours... Baked a cake... Attempted to watch the Riches, gave up, watched A Bit of Fry and Laurie... I said various idiotic things...
Am upset because I cannot take Rosie out for a spin, and apparently my skateboard rotted and broke in half... which is why I kept it on the SECOND bloody level of the barn and not the first... Anyway, I am much too poor to buy a new one, nor do I want a new one, damn it... I liked mine. And just because it's broken in half, does NOT mean that it should go in the bin... there were stickers on there that I was emotionally invested in...
On that note... Garlic bread.