caloo, calay! he chortled in his joy.
June 29, 2010
June 28, 2010
June 24, 2010
it is entirely possible to heel yourself in the crotch.
running on fumes. which leads to giddyness. which leads to excessive spending. oopths.
June 23, 2010
June 21, 2010
holyshit, this is my dream come true. $260 is nothing. this baby will be MINE.
had a nightmare in which i dreamt i lost my latest texting phone.
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this speaketh the depth of my insecurities.
June 19, 2010
am losing my super powers. am now affected by coffee on a [relatively] empty stomach. boo!
favorite word of the moment: hork
as in tell his greedy ass to hork up the extra.
or i stuffed my ass too much. i feel like horking.
plus, bonus round(!): hork rhymes with pork. what’s not love to love, eh?
team of rivals is fsking awesome read. am such a sap when it comes to early american history, abraham lincoln, civil war, and ethical politicians who go for broke. i leak sappy tears happily. it’s like when i watched ken burns’ jefferson bio. silly romantic and all that.
June 16, 2010
June 14, 2010
it’s odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid.
iocane powder is the corporate slave’s Best Friend.
got a boy’s cut. i think i’m lovin it…just that my whole look has now changed and garsh does that take some getting used to.
morning cawfee has woken me up and now i’m chipper. i hate my werk but i’m still chipper. thanks, of course, to the general silliness of co-werkers. when yer chipper, all the stupid daydreams seem possible. that’s a better way to live than to hate on the current circumstances.
plus, in addition to wanting a red velvet cake, i wanna go to miami. just because.
June 10, 2010
customer service does NOT mean Holding Your Sweaty Hand As You Fumble Your Way Through YOUR Job.
write down the step-by-step that i gave you on the phone. and fucking FOLLOW YOUR OWN NOTES. how fucking hard is that you idiots.