...why not?
Mood:
Vastly Improved
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It's Better With Butter
I’m back at work today, not fully recovered but recovered enough to be here (here being the office, I later realize I should add – seeing as you can’t see where I am sitting as I type this). I keep checking the weather to see what Ernesto is doing, because I am going camping this weekend with 11 Cub Scouts and a handful of parents. Nobody can quite decide to what extent the weather here will be affected, but it’s looking like one way or another Helena will be getting damp.
A certain friend of mine may be making preparations to spend next week smoking pot with hookers on a boat in Dubai, but that’s OK - I have plans of my own. I’ll be drinking bad camp coffee and catching toads in the rain. Said friend may have reservations at a $500.00 a night hotel, but I have a wet tent that smells like basement. And I’ve packed extra socks. So who’s the loser now, mister fancy pants executive?
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Now that I’m feeling more like myself today, I find I am much less concerned about philosophical/existential issues than I was in my last entry and much more concerned about whether Kevin Smith, my newest myspace friend, wants to be my fake boyfriend (since being his fake friend is working out so well). So far no word on that. I can’t imagine why, since I am only one of about 95,000 friends. Anyway, I really just wanted to subscribe to his blog, but the geek in me gets a certain thrill out of looking at his picture and seeing that little ”Online Now!” thingie under it. It makes me feel close to him. In a creepy sniff-his-personal-belongings-and-snarl kind of way, but still.
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Since duffiemoon hasn’t said whether she’s going to take me up on my suggestion that she use this Genuine Actual Recent Topic of Conversation™ for her next poll question, I’m taking a poll here instead. Please post your answers in the comments. Because I really want to know.
The Man and I were wondering: which is worse? Falling asleep during sex, or puking during sex?
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Reading:
Psych Reports
Sticky Notes
Letters from Attorneys
Phone Messages
Hearing:
Quiet
In my head, it's OKGO
Needing:
Not much. A massage is always nice. There's this one spot that needs to have an elbow jammed into it from time to time...
In My Car CD Player:
They Might Be Giants' Brand New Album FLOOOOOOOOD
Before I put that in, I was flipping radio stations and one of the morning shows played a song that a comedian wrote about a giant statue of Jesus which graces the highway just north of Cinncinnati (affectionately called Touchdown Jesus by the locals, because of his arms being up in the air).* Evidently Touchdown Jesus looks like he's made out of butter. So the song went on and on about Sweet Cream Jesus, Unsalted Jesus, I Can't Believe It's Not Jesus...Oh how I laughed and laughed.
*Mr. Barhop? Can you verify the existence of Jesus?
A certain friend of mine may be making preparations to spend next week smoking pot with hookers on a boat in Dubai, but that’s OK - I have plans of my own. I’ll be drinking bad camp coffee and catching toads in the rain. Said friend may have reservations at a $500.00 a night hotel, but I have a wet tent that smells like basement. And I’ve packed extra socks. So who’s the loser now, mister fancy pants executive?
+++++++++
Now that I’m feeling more like myself today, I find I am much less concerned about philosophical/existential issues than I was in my last entry and much more concerned about whether Kevin Smith, my newest myspace friend, wants to be my fake boyfriend (since being his fake friend is working out so well). So far no word on that. I can’t imagine why, since I am only one of about 95,000 friends. Anyway, I really just wanted to subscribe to his blog, but the geek in me gets a certain thrill out of looking at his picture and seeing that little ”Online Now!” thingie under it. It makes me feel close to him. In a creepy sniff-his-personal-belongings-and-snarl kind of way, but still.
+++++++++
Since duffiemoon hasn’t said whether she’s going to take me up on my suggestion that she use this Genuine Actual Recent Topic of Conversation™ for her next poll question, I’m taking a poll here instead. Please post your answers in the comments. Because I really want to know.
The Man and I were wondering: which is worse? Falling asleep during sex, or puking during sex?
+++++++++
Reading:
Psych Reports
Sticky Notes
Letters from Attorneys
Phone Messages
Hearing:
Quiet
In my head, it's OKGO
Needing:
Not much. A massage is always nice. There's this one spot that needs to have an elbow jammed into it from time to time...
In My Car CD Player:
They Might Be Giants' Brand New Album FLOOOOOOOOD
Before I put that in, I was flipping radio stations and one of the morning shows played a song that a comedian wrote about a giant statue of Jesus which graces the highway just north of Cinncinnati (affectionately called Touchdown Jesus by the locals, because of his arms being up in the air).* Evidently Touchdown Jesus looks like he's made out of butter. So the song went on and on about Sweet Cream Jesus, Unsalted Jesus, I Can't Believe It's Not Jesus...Oh how I laughed and laughed.
*Mr. Barhop? Can you verify the existence of Jesus?
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