sister #4 lives at home with the parents. whenever we’re over there we use her laptop for whatever computerly tasks we might wish to embark on (like surfing for porn with our aunt and mom)….
i would forsake my left nipple if i didn’t have to go to work today.
my melancholy and infinite sadness spilled into my deams last night. blech! last night i dreamt about a memorial service for my cousin alan, who was 19 when he died. the dream was pretty brutal….
maybe it’s because happy hour was cancelled. maybe it’s because the phone only rang once tonight and it was chad from the toyota dealer. maybe it’s because chad was the only person on the planet…
listening to the girl troubles of friendboys who i could possibly be interested in ranks about 394 on my list of wonderful ways to spend the evening.
tuesdays really spank my ass. why is work so hellish on tuesdays? oh yeah, it’s because i have a two-hour block of meetings and these meetings drain all my energy. so i am zombified tonight….
after 29 days without tv, i cracked. i caved in. i watched the simpsons and that 70s show. i suck!
i am stealing this from karen who stole it from douglas coupland, who wrote about this in “microserfs” which you should probably read. my seven dream Jeopardy categories are… the replacements douglas coupland novels saved…
hey, go add your domain’s birthday to The Birthday List. i added iwilldare, it’s birthday is soon!