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Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Oh, Eliza, Happy New Year
Good Morning! I've been up since like 9am. Yep, go to bed at 3am and wake up at 9am when you could sleep for the next 24hrs. Argh! Why can't I feel like this when I have to get up and go to work? Oh well, screw it!
I just finished the Bee Gees dvd. I saw them all playing together (with Maurice) and just started crying like a baby. I was thinking to myself, "yeah, nn, you do LOVE them, but it wasn't like he was your dad or anything!" I then thought that it was sad that I would never get to see one of my all time favorite bands in concert.(Um! Um! Police! Andy, Stewart, Sting, I know your reading. Think about it. I'd really appreciate it!)
THEN, it hit me! I forgot to mention it in the last post, but just around the stroke of midnight at work, Eliza came to visit me. I just luv her visits. The bitch doesn't call you or anything. She just shows up at your house once a month (sometimes unexpectedly). She eats all of your food. Her favorite is chocolate and Mc Donald's. She drinks all of your liquor. When she has nothing else, she just gives you such a headache that makes you want to cry. Eliza does all of these things all while kicking you in the stomach with her stiletos! (not sure if I spelled that right or not) The bitch stays anywhere from 3 days to a fucking week and then just leaves. She doesn't say good-bye, thanks, kiss my ass, nothing! I hate her, but I've known her for so many years now that I've just kind of gotten used to her drunk ass!
Guess what I'm listening to! Go ahead, guess! Hee! Hee! What was that? Did you guess the Bee Gees? You are sooo fucking right!!! Jive Talkin' just started. I LOVE this cd. I'm going to be listening to them for the next week. I can just "feel" it, you know!?!
I've got to get out in a little while and run a few errands. I get to go to the grocery store and pick up my medicine. Wow, what a fabulous, fucking, f-u-n day you have planned,nn, you suck! I know and I really don't give a shit! Eliza is here and I need to go and get her food and alcohol. She drank all of my beer and it now bitching that; she'd love a glass of wine. (more like a bottle) Anyway, when I do get my lazy ass up and leave, this cd is going with me b/c it's making me happier than a big fat dove in an open bag of birdseed!
Scoop the Poop, no! Get Eliza to do it. The bitch could do something for you letting her visit!!!
Good Morning! I've been up since like 9am. Yep, go to bed at 3am and wake up at 9am when you could sleep for the next 24hrs. Argh! Why can't I feel like this when I have to get up and go to work? Oh well, screw it!
I just finished the Bee Gees dvd. I saw them all playing together (with Maurice) and just started crying like a baby. I was thinking to myself, "yeah, nn, you do LOVE them, but it wasn't like he was your dad or anything!" I then thought that it was sad that I would never get to see one of my all time favorite bands in concert.(Um! Um! Police! Andy, Stewart, Sting, I know your reading. Think about it. I'd really appreciate it!)
THEN, it hit me! I forgot to mention it in the last post, but just around the stroke of midnight at work, Eliza came to visit me. I just luv her visits. The bitch doesn't call you or anything. She just shows up at your house once a month (sometimes unexpectedly). She eats all of your food. Her favorite is chocolate and Mc Donald's. She drinks all of your liquor. When she has nothing else, she just gives you such a headache that makes you want to cry. Eliza does all of these things all while kicking you in the stomach with her stiletos! (not sure if I spelled that right or not) The bitch stays anywhere from 3 days to a fucking week and then just leaves. She doesn't say good-bye, thanks, kiss my ass, nothing! I hate her, but I've known her for so many years now that I've just kind of gotten used to her drunk ass!
Guess what I'm listening to! Go ahead, guess! Hee! Hee! What was that? Did you guess the Bee Gees? You are sooo fucking right!!! Jive Talkin' just started. I LOVE this cd. I'm going to be listening to them for the next week. I can just "feel" it, you know!?!
I've got to get out in a little while and run a few errands. I get to go to the grocery store and pick up my medicine. Wow, what a fabulous, fucking, f-u-n day you have planned,nn, you suck! I know and I really don't give a shit! Eliza is here and I need to go and get her food and alcohol. She drank all of my beer and it now bitching that; she'd love a glass of wine. (more like a bottle) Anyway, when I do get my lazy ass up and leave, this cd is going with me b/c it's making me happier than a big fat dove in an open bag of birdseed!
Scoop the Poop, no! Get Eliza to do it. The bitch could do something for you letting her visit!!!
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