Pointless Announcements

I split my pants last night for the first time.

They were running tights and apparently the thread in the seam had come undone. Luckily, I had just gotten back out to my car to unload it and my snow pants were RIGHT THERE for covering up my ass. I'm not sure the mormons would appreciate it as much as you all do.

 

I had to re-read this line.

 

I have split my pants. It's a weird feeling.

 

We talked about reading all that Kirk-Spock slash-fiction, Charlie. You need to cut down now that you're back to work.

 

True dat. But it's now 1 am and insomnia is my mistress.

 

Have you tried counting Tribbles?

 

I like working the opening shift, because then I can come home in the middle of the day and snuggle with Netflix, and still have all night to not be an antisocial lazoid.

 

I need to watch the first three episodes of season 3 Shameless, then say something that 100 other writers haven't said...or I could watch the first 6 episodes of Californication (is anyone still watching that?) and regurgitate that. I'm so tired of being sick...what a lazy bum I am.

 

10 days and still suffering is not good.
I can't stand it when I hear my heart beating in my head. Weird stuff, can make anyone go mad.

 

Been trying to write today, think a glass of wine will help.

 

Monday morning. Let's try this again.

 

I'm hungry. Jesus god, where's my food?

 

Beer: my favorite anxiolytic.
St Bernadus Christmas Ale.
It cures what ales ya... har.

 

I'm sleepy. Jesus god, I'm going to bed.

(tomorrow is a big day.)

 

I have to pack. Jesus god, I'm going to do laundry and pack.

 

ZombieSquirrel SMASH!!!!!!!

 

I will never understand why some people deliberately make things harder for themselves by not simply asking nicely straight out of the box.

 

Where are the great women of TFP going? Bed and Traveling? @Mixmedia and noodle your posts were pretty close to one another. Geez makes me nervous.
--- merged: Jan 6, 2013 at 9:05 PM ---

It's called testing the waters! I know it's an old saying, but it's a true one.
Either you get slammed out or you are welcomed in.
Think about it, is this a good place to spread my shit or is it a place of tight people that observe stupid shit coming through the door or whatever you want to call it.

"Disclaimer: After to much vodka and tonics and a good sip of Cabernet."