Pointless Announcements

Well, it's really more pink than red, but I like the way you think.

 

you mean chocolate..

 

Hit 69 posts!!! Heh... sixty... oh crap this means it's 70... oh well it was fun for a minute or two.

 

How about I disconnect a phone wire and see how long it takes before anyone notices. Three hours.

 

Today is my birthday dinner at Captial Grille... petit filet and truffle fries, mmm.
Tomorrow is my practicum interview... terrified!
And a visit to the baby kitties, yay!
Saturday is my 20k mile service... for the car I bought in October. It's technically the 20, 600 mile, second oil change service.
And hanging out at Culhane's Irish Pub with friends.... Guinness beef stew and drinkies, yay!
Sunday I drive Vexalicious to MM and then it's back to reality.
Fun (busy) times!

 

I have to decide where I will put his litter box.

 

Ha ha ha... um, it's an extra-large box.
I'm going to buy him a brand new one tomorrow. And we found his layyyzzzzzzer, that he loves with a passion.
I have to bring my carrier back home, though. Faust outgrew the one S bought and he gets pissy in it now.
Not like Vex'll ride in it for long, he'd rather hide in the car somewhere. It's going to be interesting.

 

Please tell me that you don't mean P. He's a dog, not a cat.

 

no comment.

 

Looking forward to tonight for some stress relief.

 

My aunt posted a prayer request on facebook for my uncle (her husband)'s family in Delaware and Maryland, re: the hurricane. I wanted to be snarky and say, "hey, remember your niece, who lives in North frickin' Carolina?" Buuut I didn't. Perhaps she suspects I wouldn't appreciate a prayer request very much.

 

Boss is being snippy in emails at 11 at night. Ignore, ignore, ignore.

 

i've come to the realization that i live in an abusive relationship. but, it's all right though, cause i know my skateboard loves me...

 

I'm tired and shouldn't still be awake.

 

Still awake.

Tchaikovsky's Rococco Variations just came on the radio. I can't hear it without thinking of my high school sweetheart and how much she hated this piece.

 

I missed my chance to be a sleeper agent for the KGB.

 

Is that like how my exwife hated every song from Nuke and the Living Dead?

God, you make me such a knuckledragger. How are we even friends?

 

You're pretty much in the clear where you're at. Come to my place.. it's gonna be a wild ride

 

I am being chased by feeder bands from the hurricane on my way to work. I wish these people would drive faster!