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Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Good Morning Mr. Sunshine
Eliza woke me up at about 6am with those DAMN stiletto's. I gave her a few Ibuprofen to, hopefully, make the BITCH stop it!!! Of course, I'm sitting here listening to the Bee Gees. Who'd thought? PS just got home a little while ago. He is sitting here beside me being tortured by the Bee Gees. Sorry, babe.
He went to Memphis for New Year's and was just telling me about his trip. It sounded fun and funny!!! If you're interested, than go listen to him. You know where to find him. If for some reason, you don't, than go to my links and link on lactating powder. Got It? I would link, but I've linked him before. You should already know where to go and I just don't feel up to fucking linking right now. I'm in a bitchy mood. You would be too if some drunk bitch woke you up only after sleeping for like 3 hours! Sorry, I'm experincing bitchyness at the moment even while listening to The Brother's Gibb. Who'd thought?
MCM came over for a few hours last night to get the full Bee Gees torture/education of. We had a good time. He's a sweetie. I then sat here and watched some old SNL. That was grrreat! I went to bed at about 3 or 4am. Not quite sure. I just know that I tired as fucking fuckity, fuck-fuck!!! There, have I said it enough? Now, today, to be awakened by the bitch from hell, here I am. For there is no other place to go. I'm still not sure if I'm going to make it to church or to watch the game. My stomach hurts very much so at this particular moment in time.
I do have to go over to Pepe's at some point today. I'm going to do a little laundry and hang out for a little while. I don't want him to think that I'm using him for his dryer. I'm just using him for sex! He's also a pretty cool cat to hang out with these days. He knows me better than anyone else in the world. Sometimes it's good to talk to someone that knows you so intimately.
You know how people say that when you loose an eyelash that you should put it between your thumb and your forefinger and make a wish. Then if it sticks to one of them (not sure which) your wish will come true. Ok. Here's my question: what happens if when you open your fingers to find that the lash is gone? Are you screwed? Does your wish automatically come true? I dunno, but I've yet to see world peace or see Ed McMahan come a knocking at my door. I guess that it means that I suck and have no wishes. Oh well! I think that I shall go now. I feel like watching a chick-flick (preferably one with Hugh, though some Steel Magnolias would be really good right now. Hmmm!). I'm sure that we'll see eachother again today. I doubt I get much sleep. I'm nervous as shit about Miss Tigger's Dr.'s apt. tomorrow. (Deep breath) Allright, later!!!
Scoop the Poop b/c they need it and deserve it!!!
Eliza woke me up at about 6am with those DAMN stiletto's. I gave her a few Ibuprofen to, hopefully, make the BITCH stop it!!! Of course, I'm sitting here listening to the Bee Gees. Who'd thought? PS just got home a little while ago. He is sitting here beside me being tortured by the Bee Gees. Sorry, babe.
He went to Memphis for New Year's and was just telling me about his trip. It sounded fun and funny!!! If you're interested, than go listen to him. You know where to find him. If for some reason, you don't, than go to my links and link on lactating powder. Got It? I would link, but I've linked him before. You should already know where to go and I just don't feel up to fucking linking right now. I'm in a bitchy mood. You would be too if some drunk bitch woke you up only after sleeping for like 3 hours! Sorry, I'm experincing bitchyness at the moment even while listening to The Brother's Gibb. Who'd thought?
MCM came over for a few hours last night to get the full Bee Gees torture/education of. We had a good time. He's a sweetie. I then sat here and watched some old SNL. That was grrreat! I went to bed at about 3 or 4am. Not quite sure. I just know that I tired as fucking fuckity, fuck-fuck!!! There, have I said it enough? Now, today, to be awakened by the bitch from hell, here I am. For there is no other place to go. I'm still not sure if I'm going to make it to church or to watch the game. My stomach hurts very much so at this particular moment in time.
I do have to go over to Pepe's at some point today. I'm going to do a little laundry and hang out for a little while. I don't want him to think that I'm using him for his dryer. I'm just using him for sex! He's also a pretty cool cat to hang out with these days. He knows me better than anyone else in the world. Sometimes it's good to talk to someone that knows you so intimately.
You know how people say that when you loose an eyelash that you should put it between your thumb and your forefinger and make a wish. Then if it sticks to one of them (not sure which) your wish will come true. Ok. Here's my question: what happens if when you open your fingers to find that the lash is gone? Are you screwed? Does your wish automatically come true? I dunno, but I've yet to see world peace or see Ed McMahan come a knocking at my door. I guess that it means that I suck and have no wishes. Oh well! I think that I shall go now. I feel like watching a chick-flick (preferably one with Hugh, though some Steel Magnolias would be really good right now. Hmmm!). I'm sure that we'll see eachother again today. I doubt I get much sleep. I'm nervous as shit about Miss Tigger's Dr.'s apt. tomorrow. (Deep breath) Allright, later!!!
Scoop the Poop b/c they need it and deserve it!!!
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