Um, abort misson.
Yesterday - not quite as planned. Actually, not as planned at all. C'est la vie, I s'pose. Maybe next time?...
Pressing forward.
I found this to be quite entertaining. I think you will, too.
Pie. I made fabulous pies. Six of them - apple, pumpkin, and blueberry, two of each. Fabulousity, yes sir.
Ahem...yesterday, I had the silly idea that it might be a good idea to go and finish up my holiday shopping today, but then...I realized what a silly idea that was and decided to stay in and clean instead. My laundry is long overdue for a washing!
Besides, everyone is just getting gift cards, since I don't have the patience - or time - to put effort into people who I know won't be putting the effort into me. Selfish? Maybe, but, well, I don't really care.
The people I actually like are easy to get for, anyway, so they're already done.
Gah. We woke to snow yesterday, and when I went out to my car...there was actually a lady cross country skiing down the sidewalk. And I was like
.
Wumpscut makes me hot.
I need to take a shower. And brush my teeth. Gah. I smell funky [but I like it] and this place is still such a mess [which I don't like so much.]
Barbeque chips. Someone ate all mine. Bastards. My belly gurgles, and I'm like woah.
It may have been a few paragraphs ago, but: I made this super cool scarf for my pal at work, Stacey. She's got this obsession with aliens, and says she sees them all the time. [She's waaaayyy out in left field, sometimes.] And this even cooler scarf just to pactice. It's got a lot of mistakes, but I'm probably the only one that will ever notice them, and I'm still pretty proud of it, anyhow. I'd like to keep it, but I'll probably end up giving it away.
Next: I'm working on a red and orange robot. Go team!
I'm also in the process of silk screening some naughty words and phrases onto some baby clothes for my auntie who's a mommy-to-be, and later, I'll be going out to get some opaque glass bottles and jars for a little somethin' somethin' I whipped up for special people only.
I want to build a bear. I've never made one before!
Holiday goodies for the Wee Ones, methinks. [Or rather, the boy suggested.] At least it's a good excuse to dance around with stuffed animals! 
Ahem...
My hair needs a trim, methinks. It's getting gnarley, and not it a good way. My hands are cold, and I'm like woah. Again.
My socks keep disappearing, and I don't know why. Sock stealers!
And so, I'm packing. Or, I was, before I sat down to write this out. And I will be again soon, when I'm done with this. I figure the sooner I get this One Trick Pony on the road, the better. It's not like I'm here that much, anyway.
I'm sure you all remember Sam, the world's ugliest dog, from an entry of mine sometime over the summer. You know, he looked like El Chupa Cabra? Yeah, that little guy. Well, aparently the little bastard died last friday! Ugly fucker had a failing heart, so his mom...put him to sleep. Sadness.
This weekend brings...? I don't know yet. The boy mentioned in passing something about the wee ones and the space center..? I don't remember entirely.
Clean sheets! Yum!
So, I have to go to manchvegas. Soonish, rather than laterish. Bad idea? This weekend, yes, but this weekend is when I need to do it, or else it won't get done because all the good things will already be gone. Le sigh.
Also: I have 1/16 of a tank of gas. Good thing there's a gas station a mile down the road. And it's only $2.16 there! Holy shit!
I looked at myself today, and I thought: Dang, I'm hot. And I have nice boobies. So, fuck you.
Gah. Snow ruins everything. I want to color. Creativity eats at my brain. Braaaiiiinsss! It wants out!
Also: I'll be cancelling my cell phone service soon, since a)too many creepy people have the number, and b)ever since Sprint took over Nextel, they've been ape raping me with new additional charges and other such bullshit that Nextel never charged me for, and frankly, I don't use my phone enough to warrant a $90/month cell phone bill. So, those of you that have the number, don't be alarmed when you call and it's been disconnected...
Yarg!
If you don't give a fuck put your middle fingers up, ain't no kool aid in my cup, gimme dat Grey Goose...
Have a fabulous weekend, SGland.
[PS - is it strange that this turned me on a bit? ]
Yesterday - not quite as planned. Actually, not as planned at all. C'est la vie, I s'pose. Maybe next time?...
Pressing forward.
I found this to be quite entertaining. I think you will, too.
Pie. I made fabulous pies. Six of them - apple, pumpkin, and blueberry, two of each. Fabulousity, yes sir.
Ahem...yesterday, I had the silly idea that it might be a good idea to go and finish up my holiday shopping today, but then...I realized what a silly idea that was and decided to stay in and clean instead. My laundry is long overdue for a washing!
Besides, everyone is just getting gift cards, since I don't have the patience - or time - to put effort into people who I know won't be putting the effort into me. Selfish? Maybe, but, well, I don't really care.
The people I actually like are easy to get for, anyway, so they're already done.
Gah. We woke to snow yesterday, and when I went out to my car...there was actually a lady cross country skiing down the sidewalk. And I was like
.
Wumpscut makes me hot.
I need to take a shower. And brush my teeth. Gah. I smell funky [but I like it] and this place is still such a mess [which I don't like so much.]
Barbeque chips. Someone ate all mine. Bastards. My belly gurgles, and I'm like woah.
It may have been a few paragraphs ago, but: I made this super cool scarf for my pal at work, Stacey. She's got this obsession with aliens, and says she sees them all the time. [She's waaaayyy out in left field, sometimes.] And this even cooler scarf just to pactice. It's got a lot of mistakes, but I'm probably the only one that will ever notice them, and I'm still pretty proud of it, anyhow. I'd like to keep it, but I'll probably end up giving it away.
Next: I'm working on a red and orange robot. Go team!
I'm also in the process of silk screening some naughty words and phrases onto some baby clothes for my auntie who's a mommy-to-be, and later, I'll be going out to get some opaque glass bottles and jars for a little somethin' somethin' I whipped up for special people only.
I want to build a bear. I've never made one before!
Holiday goodies for the Wee Ones, methinks. [Or rather, the boy suggested.] At least it's a good excuse to dance around with stuffed animals!
Ahem...
My hair needs a trim, methinks. It's getting gnarley, and not it a good way. My hands are cold, and I'm like woah. Again.
My socks keep disappearing, and I don't know why. Sock stealers!
And so, I'm packing. Or, I was, before I sat down to write this out. And I will be again soon, when I'm done with this. I figure the sooner I get this One Trick Pony on the road, the better. It's not like I'm here that much, anyway.
I'm sure you all remember Sam, the world's ugliest dog, from an entry of mine sometime over the summer. You know, he looked like El Chupa Cabra? Yeah, that little guy. Well, aparently the little bastard died last friday! Ugly fucker had a failing heart, so his mom...put him to sleep. Sadness.
This weekend brings...? I don't know yet. The boy mentioned in passing something about the wee ones and the space center..? I don't remember entirely.
Clean sheets! Yum!
So, I have to go to manchvegas. Soonish, rather than laterish. Bad idea? This weekend, yes, but this weekend is when I need to do it, or else it won't get done because all the good things will already be gone. Le sigh.
Also: I have 1/16 of a tank of gas. Good thing there's a gas station a mile down the road. And it's only $2.16 there! Holy shit!
I looked at myself today, and I thought: Dang, I'm hot. And I have nice boobies. So, fuck you.
Gah. Snow ruins everything. I want to color. Creativity eats at my brain. Braaaiiiinsss! It wants out!
Also: I'll be cancelling my cell phone service soon, since a)too many creepy people have the number, and b)ever since Sprint took over Nextel, they've been ape raping me with new additional charges and other such bullshit that Nextel never charged me for, and frankly, I don't use my phone enough to warrant a $90/month cell phone bill. So, those of you that have the number, don't be alarmed when you call and it's been disconnected...
Yarg!
If you don't give a fuck put your middle fingers up, ain't no kool aid in my cup, gimme dat Grey Goose...
Have a fabulous weekend, SGland.
[PS - is it strange that this turned me on a bit? ]
stretchnugs:
Yo bitch how am I supposed to talk to your ass now? Well not your ass but you know what I mean. So yeah umm it's raining and I love it lots. My ass will be up there in like 20 days or some shit. Sweetness. But ok bitchface I'm out. Peace out homie g funk slice.