I swear I'm not deliberately slacking. I probably owe you guys a whole pile of commentary, but whatever bug I had the other week came back for a second round, and I'm spending a good chunk of my time completely exhausted, with barely the energy to stand. Right now, I'm too tired to sleep, which I assure you isn't a good way to be.
The one good thing that has come of this is that, to stave off the freezing I was doing last night, I finally donned a pair of jammies that my mom bought me for Christmas. This has led to the unnassailable conclusion that I'm adorable in pyjamas.
I feel better tonight than I did last night, and I'll probably be right as rain in another day or two, but for now let it suffice to say that I want to marry Sorcha, flirt shamelessly with Cathedra, violate Photogrrl in any sordid way she'll let me, thank Shalome for being generous and kind and much smarter than me, and buy dogslife some fucking pants because the poor boy seems to be butt-nekked any time his cam goes live.
There are shout-outs that the whole lot of you would get if I didn't think the mere act of typing them all out would get me hospitalized. So mad love, all.
The gf and I are having "talks". It's amazing how being more mature in a relationship can sometimes make things even more complicated. Maybe that's why I'm not sleeping well.
Update:
First of all, I just want to admit up front that I'm a jerk. I've never contested this. Okay? Okay. So one of my jerk pastimes is to throw on this Canadian religious show that is on while I'm getting ready for work, because a good chunk of these people are batshit crazy. I'm not fundamentally opposed to religion, and I honestly envy these people their faith, but crazy is crazy, folks. I don't mean they're crazy because they're Christian, but I'm in absolute awe of the zeal with which they can proclaim events of thousands of years ago as hard and irrefutable facts. More importantly to me, Christian music (they usually have a band on) is typically its own special shade of awful, and is nearly always good for a laugh. But today's moment of zen? The head dude saying in all solemnity "I prayed to God that he would speak to Mel Gibson." There was probably more to it, but I was laughing too hard. Must be sweeps week. If you convert in the next thirty minutes, we'll send you these commemorative dinner plates of the Zombie Christ!
Ooh! Today's musical guest has written music for such superstars as John Tesh, people!!! Comedy gold.
The one good thing that has come of this is that, to stave off the freezing I was doing last night, I finally donned a pair of jammies that my mom bought me for Christmas. This has led to the unnassailable conclusion that I'm adorable in pyjamas.
I feel better tonight than I did last night, and I'll probably be right as rain in another day or two, but for now let it suffice to say that I want to marry Sorcha, flirt shamelessly with Cathedra, violate Photogrrl in any sordid way she'll let me, thank Shalome for being generous and kind and much smarter than me, and buy dogslife some fucking pants because the poor boy seems to be butt-nekked any time his cam goes live.
There are shout-outs that the whole lot of you would get if I didn't think the mere act of typing them all out would get me hospitalized. So mad love, all.
The gf and I are having "talks". It's amazing how being more mature in a relationship can sometimes make things even more complicated. Maybe that's why I'm not sleeping well.
Update:
First of all, I just want to admit up front that I'm a jerk. I've never contested this. Okay? Okay. So one of my jerk pastimes is to throw on this Canadian religious show that is on while I'm getting ready for work, because a good chunk of these people are batshit crazy. I'm not fundamentally opposed to religion, and I honestly envy these people their faith, but crazy is crazy, folks. I don't mean they're crazy because they're Christian, but I'm in absolute awe of the zeal with which they can proclaim events of thousands of years ago as hard and irrefutable facts. More importantly to me, Christian music (they usually have a band on) is typically its own special shade of awful, and is nearly always good for a laugh. But today's moment of zen? The head dude saying in all solemnity "I prayed to God that he would speak to Mel Gibson." There was probably more to it, but I was laughing too hard. Must be sweeps week. If you convert in the next thirty minutes, we'll send you these commemorative dinner plates of the Zombie Christ!
Ooh! Today's musical guest has written music for such superstars as John Tesh, people!!! Comedy gold.
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_sarah_:
Send me more pictures.
dogslife:
I will forever wonder what my life with those pants could have been.