Pointless Announcements

I'm calling it now. Today is the day.

 

If you hate everything, then you hate hate, which cancels it all out.

Do I get my hug now?

Where's my huggy-wuggy, ZombieSquirrely....?

 

Careful...you're more likely to end up with a pen jabbed in your eye. However, you ARE a cute Canadian, and I know ZS likes those.

I am relegated to using my phone to access Tapatalk while my Nexus 7 installs the latest upgrade to Jelly Bean. I love Jelly Bean. I can't wait to have a phone that runs it. This phone feels like it's from the Stone Age.

 

Hey, don't pin that on me. For all you know I was referring to this:

YOUR mind went to violence. And I'm guessing it went there because you know ZombieSquirrel is at high risk for stabbing someone in the neck on the best of days, let alone the worst of days.

 

I hardly ever wear a belt. I like boys size 12 jeans. They're a little snug in the butt, which holds them up, and loose in the waist (just the way I like them to fit) and they stay up just fine. But they'd look like Capri pants if she's over about 5' 3"

 

When it's a girl it's "butt cleavage" not "butt crack" btw.

At least as long as she's cute.

 

You don't know about my woman warrior fetish, do you?

Listen, ZS, I know this office thing is a front, and that the rugby thing is an outlet. Most people think you're crazy. You just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. You'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking your sword to other gladiators like you.

I get you.

 

If you get CinnamonGirl to be your Gabrielle, we're all set.

 

I'm listening.... (er, reading....)