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Thursday, January 20, 2005
Cookie Monster Was Here
I wrote this this morning at 1am. Ok?
I just got up to eat some Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies only to find that the whole freaking box was gone. I was ready to kick his big blue ass. I was pissed b/c I was tasting me some cookies!!! You all know about my middle of the night love for chocolate!?! You should, remember the truffle incident? I'm hungry and have just finished off the last of my SpongeBob SquarePants animal crackers. There is just nothing open around here to get a bite, unless I want to get out in the freezing cold and drive 10 miles and I don't! Hopefully, I'll get a chance to eat later today.
I'm now listening to my T.D.F. cd by Retail Therapy. For those of you that don't know; this is a rainforrest/techno/new age cd by the one and only Eric Clapton. Didn't know that, did ya? He even goes by the name of X-sample. He said that he did that b/c he didn't want people (like me) buying it just b/c it was E.C. A friend of mine got it for me years ago. She/he (don't remember) thought that I'd appreciate it knowing the Clapton freak that I am. (I really do have just about EVERYTHING the man has ever done. Along with my autographed record of the self titled E.C. albumn that hangs in my bedroom) The Retail Therapy is a very relaxing cd. (you'd never guess that it was E.C.) Though, sometimes you can hear a slight rift from his guitar. I love it!!!
I guess that I'm fixing to go and see WTF the dog is barking at and try to go back to sleep!!! See ya later, Cookie Monster!!!
Ok. That's what I wrote in my journal last night/ this morning whatever. It's now about 6:30pm. here. I got home from work at about 3pm and came home and quickly changed clothes and went next door to visit with Alice and use her dryer. I really needed to wash my work pants. I don't think that they've been washed in like 2 weeks and my apron that covers my pants b/c I'm sooo fucking short was nasty. I had butter, comeback dressing, and ketchup stains ALL over it. I don't go in until 4:30pm tomorrow. Yippiee!!! I just wanted to look clean and nice for the weekend.
I can't tell you how happy I am that I don't have to work until 4:30pm tomorrow. I can stay up past 10pm and sleep in. (well, until when Ellen comes on) Alice and I are planning on hanging out and watching soaps ALL DAY! Hooray! Now, that I work mostly all lunches, I don't know what's going on with my peeps. Hell, you can go like a year and watch once and find out everything that you've missed. It's not only "soap day", but it's quality time spent with my only female friend. We can talk girly stuff, bitch about men, etc... Oh, and when I was over at her house earlier, she gave me the most awesome Mickey Mouse clock thingy ever. It's like 10 inches by 5 inches. It has Mickey's all over it through the years with a watch size clock on it. That is the 3rd Mickey related item that she has given to me. We've only been friends for 5 months, but I love her. Anyway, tomorrow, I will also have enough time for an hour nap before I go to work. How wonderful is that?
I'm sitting here now with a Tigger in my lap. of course, and listening to the Bee Gees. I was listening to Dark Side Of The Moon. It just goes by so fast. For some odd reason, I can be depressed as hell and hear one song by the Bee Gees and I've immediately got a smile on my face. Don't ask why, 'cause I sure as hell don't know why The Brothers Gibb makes me so darn happy, but that they do!!!
Father O' Flannigan just got here. I must be going soon b/c they'd probably rather not jam out to the Bee Gees. Sorry, babies!!! Anyhow, I must say something about PS's workout at the gym today. Ok. When he goes into the steam room, he's not there to see your old wrinkley assed dicks. He's there to chill out after a long workout. This is to whom I will call, Mr. Gross Old Man at the Gym, "you're not ever going to see PS's cock as you like to call it. You're an old gross bastard that probably likes to look a child pornagraphy! You need to stay the hell from PS. If not, you're going to force my skinny, lazy ass to go to the gym where I can beat your old ass!!! Got it! It's people like you that abuse children and then are there to remind adults of former abuse. FUCK YOU!"
Scoop the Poop when ever your up for it, not now!!!
I wrote this this morning at 1am. Ok?
I just got up to eat some Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies only to find that the whole freaking box was gone. I was ready to kick his big blue ass. I was pissed b/c I was tasting me some cookies!!! You all know about my middle of the night love for chocolate!?! You should, remember the truffle incident? I'm hungry and have just finished off the last of my SpongeBob SquarePants animal crackers. There is just nothing open around here to get a bite, unless I want to get out in the freezing cold and drive 10 miles and I don't! Hopefully, I'll get a chance to eat later today.
I'm now listening to my T.D.F. cd by Retail Therapy. For those of you that don't know; this is a rainforrest/techno/new age cd by the one and only Eric Clapton. Didn't know that, did ya? He even goes by the name of X-sample. He said that he did that b/c he didn't want people (like me) buying it just b/c it was E.C. A friend of mine got it for me years ago. She/he (don't remember) thought that I'd appreciate it knowing the Clapton freak that I am. (I really do have just about EVERYTHING the man has ever done. Along with my autographed record of the self titled E.C. albumn that hangs in my bedroom) The Retail Therapy is a very relaxing cd. (you'd never guess that it was E.C.) Though, sometimes you can hear a slight rift from his guitar. I love it!!!
I guess that I'm fixing to go and see WTF the dog is barking at and try to go back to sleep!!! See ya later, Cookie Monster!!!
Ok. That's what I wrote in my journal last night/ this morning whatever. It's now about 6:30pm. here. I got home from work at about 3pm and came home and quickly changed clothes and went next door to visit with Alice and use her dryer. I really needed to wash my work pants. I don't think that they've been washed in like 2 weeks and my apron that covers my pants b/c I'm sooo fucking short was nasty. I had butter, comeback dressing, and ketchup stains ALL over it. I don't go in until 4:30pm tomorrow. Yippiee!!! I just wanted to look clean and nice for the weekend.
I can't tell you how happy I am that I don't have to work until 4:30pm tomorrow. I can stay up past 10pm and sleep in. (well, until when Ellen comes on) Alice and I are planning on hanging out and watching soaps ALL DAY! Hooray! Now, that I work mostly all lunches, I don't know what's going on with my peeps. Hell, you can go like a year and watch once and find out everything that you've missed. It's not only "soap day", but it's quality time spent with my only female friend. We can talk girly stuff, bitch about men, etc... Oh, and when I was over at her house earlier, she gave me the most awesome Mickey Mouse clock thingy ever. It's like 10 inches by 5 inches. It has Mickey's all over it through the years with a watch size clock on it. That is the 3rd Mickey related item that she has given to me. We've only been friends for 5 months, but I love her. Anyway, tomorrow, I will also have enough time for an hour nap before I go to work. How wonderful is that?
I'm sitting here now with a Tigger in my lap. of course, and listening to the Bee Gees. I was listening to Dark Side Of The Moon. It just goes by so fast. For some odd reason, I can be depressed as hell and hear one song by the Bee Gees and I've immediately got a smile on my face. Don't ask why, 'cause I sure as hell don't know why The Brothers Gibb makes me so darn happy, but that they do!!!
Father O' Flannigan just got here. I must be going soon b/c they'd probably rather not jam out to the Bee Gees. Sorry, babies!!! Anyhow, I must say something about PS's workout at the gym today. Ok. When he goes into the steam room, he's not there to see your old wrinkley assed dicks. He's there to chill out after a long workout. This is to whom I will call, Mr. Gross Old Man at the Gym, "you're not ever going to see PS's cock as you like to call it. You're an old gross bastard that probably likes to look a child pornagraphy! You need to stay the hell from PS. If not, you're going to force my skinny, lazy ass to go to the gym where I can beat your old ass!!! Got it! It's people like you that abuse children and then are there to remind adults of former abuse. FUCK YOU!"
Scoop the Poop when ever your up for it, not now!!!
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