Babble from this week. Or things I never thought I'd hear myself say.
You know, I've actually come to see the benefits of typing with my thumbs. (a.k.a text messaging)
Actually, it's best to reach me on my cell.
Sure, I'll come in at 7 a.m. on Saturday. (Said on Monday.)
Why the fuck did I agree to come in at the ass-crack of dawn on a Saturday? (Said on Tuesday.)
Yeah, I have to be up at the ass-crack of dawn on Saturday so I'm not going to go out Friday night. Crap. Did I just grow-up? (Said on Wednesday.)
UGH! I know I'll love the paycheck when it comes in a couple weeks, by why the hell did I say I would come in tomorrow? (Said today.)
Hey, what are the chances that you can get me some pot for this weekend? (Said on Tuesday.)
So, how are we coming on the pot? (Said on Wednesday.)
I don't want that much, just enough for me for a weekend. (Said later in the day on Wednesday.)
So, how much do I owe you for the pot? (Said on Thursday.)
Did you know peroxide has an expiration date? Yeah, I didn't either and it turns out this blister is really fucking infected. (The one from my day of rolling skating.) (Mmmm, blister is gooey. And ooey as a result of the peroxide being 86'd.)
Okay, the tattooed guy from "Project Runway," what up with him?
Believe it or not, I actually understand my computer class.
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Wow, this post just gave me the "munchies"!
I find it most amusing that without pictures of your various body parts, no one seems overly willing to comment.
Now, what were we talking about?
Sorry, I had pictures of your various body parts in my head. ;p
P; what was it that you were wanting to munch on?
Jay: Ah, yeah. I find it most amusing myself.
To be honest I was actually doing a little experiement.
I would say most of the test subjects have failed the little experiment.
Online social experiments never do well.
They always end in tears.
I like the insight to how your mind works. So it sounds like you and the ganja have a date for tomorrow.
I like this. Well structured and very funny. Yeah, I sound like a dick but I think the Zoloft is no longer working at the current dose....
I too woke up at the asscrack of dawn to be in today - which wasn't good since I've felt terrible with allergies all week - but alas, i'm a sucker, and it was fulfilling my commitment of hours over way too many days this week - they're still figuring class schedules out where i sit and "administrate".
I've never texted - so I can't share your thumb typing.
As for things I never thought I would have said this week... hmmm... I'll have to get back to you. My mind is a blur.
Jay: Sooooooooo, I guess you and I should stop talking then, huh?
I don't like to cry.
Egan: Why, thank you.
My mind, it's a wonderfully weird and magically place where people are happy all the time.
Me and the ganja are going to be doing a little dance, making a little love, and just in general getting down this weekend.
Meat: Dick? Where'd that come from? I think you are not a dick. Sure, I'm assuming you have one, I've never seen proof, but I can only assume that it is a safe bet.
Now, as for the Zoloft, I think you should put that away and come into my circle of love and happiness. Oh, and can you bring some papers?
Thanks.
You're the bestest, bub.
Oh, and I will bring back the TNF next week.
Second, oh, I will be whoring myself out for a good cause in October. Stay tuned for details.
Yes. I said, whoring
Yeah: Hey, you snuck in.
Blury mind, I am so with you.
I suddenly crashed around 2-ish today and I am still crashing.
I think I will finish that painting I started the other night and call it good.
Alarm is set for 5:35 a.m. tomorrow.
Key word there would be, 'alarm set for..' meaning I will hit snooze at least 3 times. At least. It takes that long for the eyes to stay open and head to come off the pillow on a typically day.
Oh well. I look forward to the day when the dollar doesn't dictate my life.
So, when I'm dead.
Okay, well that's just sad.
Soon. It will be soon.
Not when I' dead, at least I hope not, but when money doesn't dictate my life.
First time I've commented on your blog though I've been following it for months. Here goes:
your post also gave me the munchies...though you never heard me say it!
Ha ha...no cell phones where we live...yet.
Rollerblading: I have two pieces of advice: no hills (I broke my back a couple of years ago rollerblading) and duct tape for blisters... just tape up the spots you get them before blading and you'll never get a one.
Early mornings: if it makes you feel any better, I too was up at the "ass crack" of dawn this morning:)Though I get the feeling my jobs are more fun.
And hey...thanks for so much entertainment and insight. I really enjoy your blog.
Signed: the Lynne part of Lynne and Scott
I'm a closet lesbian, so I'm sure you know the answer to that question.
Smoking pot causes loss of short term memory.
Smoking pot causes loss of short term memory.
Smoking memory causes loss of short term port.
Memory loss causes short term pot smoking.
Loss causes pot smoking...
P: I knew it! Come out of the closet so we can play..
Crashtest: Exactly, and that was just what I was looking for, needed, and found this weekend.
GG: Um, I'm broke. I'm poor. NO, in fact I'm so poor I can't even afford the 'r', therefore, I'm poo.
I sometimes proctor/supervise tests, ie: L-SAT, MPRE, M-CAT exams. Long mornings, but great money. Hence the alarm going off at 5:30 in the a.m. on Saturday.
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