I'm so happy it's Friday I broke out in song and dance. My face, however, skipped the song and dance and just broke out.—4 hours ago
I hate my neighbor with the fiery passion I usually keep on reserve for ex-boyfriends.—14 hours ago
Red Rock craving gone. For good. Icky belly here. To stay.—15 hours ago
Calculating how many hours a week I wait for RLO.—18 hours ago
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Comment by Melliferous Pants — January 30, 2008 @ 12:14 pm
Dumb boys, I’ll be your wingman anytime! When I’m introduced and we tell people we met through sex, it seems to really break the ice.
Comment by The Yuppie — January 30, 2008 @ 4:00 pm
I tried to get chocolate cake, but I ran out of time as I made ensuring we had plenty of vodka a priority. Seriously, why doesn’t the liquor store sell chocolate?
(BTW, mom shipped me 1.5 L of Grey Goose swaddled - just like baby Jesus! - in horrible sweaters she thought I might like for my birthday. I guess 1 out of 5 isn’t too bad.)
Dumb boys, I’ll be your wingman anytime! When I’m introduced and we tell people we met through sex, it seems to really break the ice.
I tried to get chocolate cake, but I ran out of time as I made ensuring we had plenty of vodka a priority. Seriously, why doesn’t the liquor store sell chocolate?
(BTW, mom shipped me 1.5 L of Grey Goose swaddled - just like baby Jesus! - in horrible sweaters she thought I might like for my birthday. I guess 1 out of 5 isn’t too bad.)