Yikes!
I always get so worried on Christmas eve.
I can't ever go to sleep,
and I end up staying awake until about a million o clock in the morning.
So then I am tired the next day.
So, as a means to eradicate this problem, I will be signing offline very shortly and not returning until maybe the day after tomorrow or maybe never, even.
I enjoy reading the anonymous comments. So continue to post them. Some of them are rather rude, but it's uplifting to know that all those rude people would never say that to my face.
Actually, it makes me feel a bit like an Ogre.
A big, mean ogre that people are afraid of. Not the green kind that are a little rough around the edges but are all around lovable.
But being an ogre has it's perks.
I bet I could have a seat on the city bus all to myself, if I wanted to.
I'd probably never set foot on a city bus on account of all of the germs that are breeding in every nook and cranny.
But it was just a thought.
So, Merry Christmas Eve.
I found the presents I wanted to get both my mom and Paul, with a couple hours of searching.
And beating down an old lady to get the last one available.
Each present is so effing rockable, that I feel a little like keeping them for myself.
Except I bet I'd look pretty dumb with a thing sitting on my desk engraved with "Paul M. Horgan"
Because I am clearly not a Paul.
Well, maybe not so CLEARLY, but I'd like to think so.
My brother told his friend's brother, (Lucas, I think his name is) that I "like him alot and have a crush".
That is not altogether untrue, but jeeze.
Lucas replied with, "I like her, too."
So I guess that can't exactly be a bad thing.
Mr. Ryan (who is now 20/half dead/old as the hills) called me last night. Twice.
That was pretty cool, because I haven't actually talked to him since the summer time.
He's a nice chap. A little off-the-wall sometimes, but I think his hoity-toity laugh and his cuteness make up for it.
Stevie the beaver hardly ever talks to me these days on account of her internet not being in working order.
That's okay, I just like to make sure she is doing alright.
And now my steam is running out so I'm going to end this.
I still have a couple hours of dominoes to reckon with.
God help me.
I can't ever go to sleep,
and I end up staying awake until about a million o clock in the morning.
So then I am tired the next day.
So, as a means to eradicate this problem, I will be signing offline very shortly and not returning until maybe the day after tomorrow or maybe never, even.
I enjoy reading the anonymous comments. So continue to post them. Some of them are rather rude, but it's uplifting to know that all those rude people would never say that to my face.
Actually, it makes me feel a bit like an Ogre.
A big, mean ogre that people are afraid of. Not the green kind that are a little rough around the edges but are all around lovable.
But being an ogre has it's perks.
I bet I could have a seat on the city bus all to myself, if I wanted to.
I'd probably never set foot on a city bus on account of all of the germs that are breeding in every nook and cranny.
But it was just a thought.
So, Merry Christmas Eve.
I found the presents I wanted to get both my mom and Paul, with a couple hours of searching.
And beating down an old lady to get the last one available.
Each present is so effing rockable, that I feel a little like keeping them for myself.
Except I bet I'd look pretty dumb with a thing sitting on my desk engraved with "Paul M. Horgan"
Because I am clearly not a Paul.
Well, maybe not so CLEARLY, but I'd like to think so.
My brother told his friend's brother, (Lucas, I think his name is) that I "like him alot and have a crush".
That is not altogether untrue, but jeeze.
Lucas replied with, "I like her, too."
So I guess that can't exactly be a bad thing.
Mr. Ryan (who is now 20/half dead/old as the hills) called me last night. Twice.
That was pretty cool, because I haven't actually talked to him since the summer time.
He's a nice chap. A little off-the-wall sometimes, but I think his hoity-toity laugh and his cuteness make up for it.
Stevie the beaver hardly ever talks to me these days on account of her internet not being in working order.
That's okay, I just like to make sure she is doing alright.
And now my steam is running out so I'm going to end this.
I still have a couple hours of dominoes to reckon with.
God help me.