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3. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Swimming naked in the Carribean.


Monday, Jun. 29, 2009 - 1:44 p.m.

The post I read was a list of uses for your old bras once you don't have boobs anymore.


Sunday, Jun. 28, 2009 - 7:39 a.m.

...you’ll have to nod your head in wide eyed wonder like when “L” the hippie chick’s friend told me she wants to hook me up with a “37 year old 4th level manic depressive professional bowler”. Now I’m manic depressive too but I’ve never heard of a fourth level one. I didn’t even know we had levels.


2009-06-27 - 1:10 a.m.

The Tardis is down the other hallway.


Wednesday, Jun. 24, 2009 - 8:56 a.m.

I prefer to be the shining star of a much smaller group, one that lends itself well to listening to me sing dirty Irish songs while standing on top of a bar.


Monday, Jun. 22, 2009 - 8:42 p.m.

I watched Basic Instinct with him once. I can't even watch it alone anymore without feeling the blood rush to my face during the scene, you know which one, where my dad hollered, "HOLY SHIT! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?"


Saturday, Jun. 20, 2009 - 11:01 a.m.

Be still my spastic colon, for I almost fell off my bar stool.


Wednesday, Jun. 17, 2009 - 12:36 a.m.

Do I have availability 24/7?? Shure ‘nuff! Do I want to be a freakin’ telemarketer? Um . . . no. I have not yet reached that level of shamelessness.


Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009 - 4:54 p.m.

The following brain confetti came to me the other day whilst I was folding the laundry, because, really, if washing clothes provided its own entertainment, everybody would want to do it too often, and we'd run out of detergent or dirty undies or something.


Saturday, Jun. 13, 2009 - 5:56 a.m.

I suppose it’s just my body once more betraying me. And I think the only way to beat it into submission is through the liberal use of single malt scotch, yes?


Friday, Jun. 12, 2009 - 2:28 p.m.

I had met her twice before. Her husband was the one who used to pick up women by flaring his nostrils suggestively at bars.


2009-06-11 - 2:45 p.m.

The thali was presented and conversation ground to a halt, with the exception of That Man's occasional queries as to my well-being and my replies of, "Be quiet; you're spoiling the moment."


Sunday, Jun. 07, 2009 - 09:37 a.m.

"Hey you!"
"What?"
"There's a banana on your car?"
"What?"
"THERE'S A BANANA ON YOUR CAR!"
"Do we want to go to a bar?"
"BA-NA-NA!"
"No thanks, we just had lunch."
End scene.


2009-06-04 - 11:19 p.m.

Regards,
That is,
Go partake in aerial intercourse with a turbulent perforated pastry,

Scotvalkyrie (Mrs.)


Wednesday, Jun. 03, 2009 - 6:10 a.m.


When moving stupidly heavy objects, always consult your cat.


Tuesday, Jun. 02, 2009 - 12:18 p.m.

And looking at other people’s scrapbooks is the modern equivalent of being forced to look at people’s vacation slides from 1967.


Tuesday, Jun. 02, 2009 - 7:18 a.m.

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