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Sometimes, I look around and I'm really glad I have (for the most part)sane, non-losers on my friends list. Because seriously, there are a lot of idiots out there. And not just people who act like idiots, but real idiots....idjits, if you will. Only, sometimes, they're closet idiots and you don't know they're idiots until that fateful day when your eyes widen a bit and you smack your forehead, because now, now it's probably too late for a quick, clean getaway. And you realize, there are just some things that are not inherent and natural human traits, like common sense, intelligence, and a good sense of humor. And you are sad, and you've a headache from rolling your eyes too much, and your toe itches...and you don't. know. why. So yes, it makes me appreciate you all the more.
And there. There's your appreciation for the day. And the lesson, the lesson is: Don't go traipsing around through other people's friends lists. It's not safe out there kids, not safe.
On a more serious/less serious note, if this doesn't convince you that she must be stopped, I don't know what will. Those LYRICS, such...poetry. Mmmm, c'est magnifique!
Yes, yes. I made the mistake of watching the VH1 Top 20 Countdown. I'm shaken by this experience...a Jewel song I actually like, a Christina Aguilera video that is actually cool and not slutty, the uncontrollable urge to stab Shania Twain just to get her to stop smiling...these feelings, they are new to me.
As a quiet apology for my surly hermitage and for my Mother's birthday, I made dinner tonight. Zucchini Lasagna. I'm on a zucchini kick, shove it up your ass. No, seriously...shove it up your ass. No, not that one, the big one. ANYWAY, it was good. I had a lot of noodle and zucchini left over...so what to do? Throw in some of the fresh corn I bought (and also made for din-din), some carrots, chicken stock, and some spices. Voila. Soup. That, is pretty much all I did tonight. Cooked, cleaned, and went to get some prints made for her gift. Did I write? Nooo. Work out? Actually, yes.
My Mom used to work at the Elizabeth Arden counter (she's now in Furniture). So she's always giving me free makeup (and yes, she sells Mary Kay too, shut it). Anyway, not that I've been wearing lipstick a lot lately, but for this I might make an exception. In "Cassis". It looks very good on me, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.
/frivolous blathering
Must be more productive tomorrow.
Holy sheep biscuits, it's almost 4 am. Where does the time go?
And there. There's your appreciation for the day. And the lesson, the lesson is: Don't go traipsing around through other people's friends lists. It's not safe out there kids, not safe.
On a more serious/less serious note, if this doesn't convince you that she must be stopped, I don't know what will. Those LYRICS, such...poetry. Mmmm, c'est magnifique!
Yes, yes. I made the mistake of watching the VH1 Top 20 Countdown. I'm shaken by this experience...a Jewel song I actually like, a Christina Aguilera video that is actually cool and not slutty, the uncontrollable urge to stab Shania Twain just to get her to stop smiling...these feelings, they are new to me.
As a quiet apology for my surly hermitage and for my Mother's birthday, I made dinner tonight. Zucchini Lasagna. I'm on a zucchini kick, shove it up your ass. No, seriously...shove it up your ass. No, not that one, the big one. ANYWAY, it was good. I had a lot of noodle and zucchini left over...so what to do? Throw in some of the fresh corn I bought (and also made for din-din), some carrots, chicken stock, and some spices. Voila. Soup. That, is pretty much all I did tonight. Cooked, cleaned, and went to get some prints made for her gift. Did I write? Nooo. Work out? Actually, yes.
My Mom used to work at the Elizabeth Arden counter (she's now in Furniture). So she's always giving me free makeup (and yes, she sells Mary Kay too, shut it). Anyway, not that I've been wearing lipstick a lot lately, but for this I might make an exception. In "Cassis". It looks very good on me, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.
/frivolous blathering
Must be more productive tomorrow.
Holy sheep biscuits, it's almost 4 am. Where does the time go?
