Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
I love you babe, but I told you that was a bad idea.
Meanwhile, I printed some awesome rocks from Pikes Peak onto my background paper, and printed maybe 30 pictures just from day one of last summer's vacation. So, tomorrow I can do some actual scrapbooking.
Oh!@ Also, I just finished reading False Memory by Dean Koontz. I now only have 5 of his books on my shelf that I have not read. Well, that I'm pretty sure I haven't read. My memory sucks and I'd have to get 2 or 3 chapters into it before I can be sure. I've also still not purchased Brother Odd and I really really want to read it.
Remaining unread on my shelf are: Mr. Murder, The Face, Tick Tock, The Eyes of Darkness, and Lightning
Monday, January 15, 2007
First, it is 1:30 in the morning, why in the world would you be trying to chop wood at this hour?
Second, you can buy bundles of chopped firewood at any convenience store in town. There is a Town and Country store on every streetcorner.
Third, you are a weakling fucktard and I hope you do not breed. Not because you are a weakling, but because you are trying to chop a large log in the middle of the street. Not even the parking lot, but the street.
Fourth, did I mention you are a fucktard? Because you are, and you cannot even get the axe into the wood. Oh, there you go, you got it a whole inch into the wood. And now you can't get it out. Fucktard.
I'm not going to keep counting. Mainly because I'm not quite sure if I remember how to spell fifth and there was no reason to count anyway, but also because you are a fucktard. Die now, or at least do something useful and remove your gonads with that axe. I mean, I know I can't chop wood, but if I wanted a fire I would be smart enough to go buy wood and not pick up a random piece of frozen solid log from the treeline along the highway. You know that's what you did. Don't lie.
As I watched them give up and return to their apartment building, all I could think was that I'm glad they don't live in my building and that there's a fire hydrant right outside my window.
Winter has closed her grip. Sleep tight, my friends.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
It was cool. I tried to take a picture with my phone, but somehow it was video instead.
Monday, January 8, 2007
Hey, see my countdown up there? See how low it is? See that wonderful number??!!?? Yeah, its that good.
So, to make my tummy happy, I ate a microwave Panini. Then an apple heated in the toaster oven with brown sugar. Then some hot cocoa.
The Forgotten just came on FX. Is that the movie with the stuff ripping up into the air? I think so.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
He takes out the trash, because I make dinner.
He checks the mail, because I forget and the bill people don't think thats a good enough excuse.
AND he locks the door at night, because if I forget then the bad peoples might get me. *squeak*
The other night, I woke him up from his nap...
Warm and cuddly folks, warm and cuddly.
--If I hit the snooze button too many times, he will tell me, and I won't oversleep for an hour.
--Also when snoozing in the morning, he is even more warm and cuddly.
Like hanging purple curtains in the bedroom.
Or not eating out every meal, because I'm okay with easy deli sandwiches for dinner, or leftovers.
Watching tv at a reasonable volume, or *gasp* not at all!
(thats right people, I've been home since at least 6:30, and the TV has been off the whole time) --Day 2, No TV.
--I made $260 off our junk this weekend. If he was here, we would've sold it all for $50.
Friday, January 5, 2007
I never realized how much useless junk I had. I moved a carload tonight, and I still haven't looked at the kitchen or the lawn/garden junk. Michael (The Most Loved One) authorized me to sell his paintball gun and associated gadgetry. Sweet, however everything else we are selling is mine, and I am still horribly unprepared.
Things I want to sell, but don't want to haul the 10 blocks to the yardsale:
Old Old Old recliner.
Desk, put together wrong by the Most Loved One.
Desk, damaged slightly by movers.
Bookshelf, put together wrong by The Me.
Bed, bought at flea market, never used...by anyone I know. (sat in my garage for the last 16 months)
Jesse, I'm selling your bike. I'll send you the money I get from it.
Michael (My Sweet) is on a plane this very minute, flying from Dallas to Nashville to attend a friend's funeral. I miss The Cute One (Michael) already, and I don't wanna go to bed.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Lately, the world seems like nothing but death. Its been a bad month for former Presidents, the famous and the infamous. Several co-workers' relatives have passed (there was even a murder?!?!?). I was even late to PT this afternoon because I had to follow a funeral procession all the way from the church across the street to the gate.
Why so much?
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Back to our regularly scheduled programming:
I think I have worked 3 days in the last 18. So lately, I've started my wonderful days somewhere between 10am and 1pm. Tomorrow, nobody (NOBODY!) better say Good Morning. It will not (NOT!) be a Good Morning.