Assorted inanities
Sore was the closest I could find to CRAMPING AND BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO SLICE ME OPEN AND REMOVE MY UTERUS. That's my actual mood. But my little kitty icon thingie couldn't handle that I don't think. And yes, I am in fact listening to Amy Grant, so I'm for real. In my defense I had that horrible nightmare that Christmas came and I hadn't listened to a single Christmas song. I can not let that even come close to being true. I'm already ready to start decorating. I've got it bad. But I can't put up the tree yet, b/c A. that would be ridiculous and B. We always have a real tree and that would make it oh so dead by Christmas. So I must bide my time. Enough about Christmas...
Hmm, my life is exceedingly boring. Nothing of interest to tell. After all, I don't live in ITALY like some people. Boring's not all bad though. It can be very relaxing. And leaves plenty of time for Christmas music enjoyment. And coffee, which I think I will get more of right about now. Oh yes, that is a good thing. Feels good resting on the uterine region as well. Well, of I go until I hve something really cool to say. My muse seems to be asleep...or perhaps dead. Off to find another one.
Hmm, my life is exceedingly boring. Nothing of interest to tell. After all, I don't live in ITALY like some people. Boring's not all bad though. It can be very relaxing. And leaves plenty of time for Christmas music enjoyment. And coffee, which I think I will get more of right about now. Oh yes, that is a good thing. Feels good resting on the uterine region as well. Well, of I go until I hve something really cool to say. My muse seems to be asleep...or perhaps dead. Off to find another one.