Wow, I managed to get all the way through the weekend without a blog entry. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s, you know, a thing. I also managed to put off paying bills for another weekend. I keep looking at the pile and thinking, didn’t I set […]
Wow, I managed to get all the way through the weekend without a blog entry. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s, you know, a thing.
I also managed to put off paying bills for another weekend. I keep looking at the pile and thinking, didn’t I set you all free? Go! Go! Move on! Yet it never works.
I did manage to draw blood (my own), do a mountain of laundry (not all my own), watch a football game (my team won), drink too much tequila (though not very much too much), and watch a lot of Veronica Mars (it’s almost all gone).
I did not get any writing done (despite staring at the screen and trying about five times), but I also didn’t do any work-work, which is good with the week I had.
Two days isn’t enough to decompress. I need another two, or three. But that’s one week down, two to go. Unless I go violently mad in the meantime and start to dig my teeth into someone. Which, you know, doesn’t sound so bad. Actually the more i think it, the more I like it.
Meanwhile, think I’ll just go off and think the wrong thing about several tasty females from Veronica Mars. Mmmm, blue hair…
Dude,
Listen my life took on new meaning when I said to hell with doing laundry. Now every week I go down to the local Laundromat and dump mine and the kids laundry off. $20 or $30 and I pick up the whole lot folded/on hangers in about a few hours. I fucking hate doing laundry. Give it a shot. Peace.
Unless I go violently mad in the meantime and start to dig my teeth into someone. Which, you know, doesn’t sound so bad. Actually the more i think it, the more I like it
Ya know, that doesn’t sound bad.. well, it sounds bad, but in a good way. If you know what I mean.
I assume the blood loss wasn’t serious.
In my uni days, the best semesters were when I had just Tue/Thu class. Four day weekend. Real life, however, sucks.
Hiromi, I read that and though “uni days? What does sushi have to do with this?”
I did, at one point, have spiky hair. bleah.
I read uni and went unisex?
And then I went uni as in unicorn. Purple unicorn with sparkles and wings.
Oh, that’s a pegasus. A Horny pegasus.
Bud Light commercials and girly teenage angst all wrapped into one.
Damn, I think I just outed myself.
Whirly, I read ‘unicorn’ and thought of a cartoon… UUUUUUNicorrrrrn sannnnndwich….