There are, after all, degrees of dumbness.
Pondering resolve, and the lack thereof.
Pondering attraction, and the lack thereof.
Surrounded by 5,000 teenage girls. Trying to not look like a pedophile.
I'm so excited! It's almost time to see HatGirl! Yay!
That is all.
Double standards are twice as irritating as regular ones.
For the gazillionth time, LaptopGirl and I never dated.
I just found some Domaine DuPage in my 'fridge. It's my lucky day!
There are two hot girls here. The blonde one is at least 6'6" tall. The other one is brunette and of human proportions.
Clear copper color. Light tan head that fades quickly. Light aroma of maybe raspberries. Medium mouthfeel. Flavor a little sour. Smooth finish. Not too bad.
I've been reading about Mt. Rainier, and it's got me to thinking that I
should go to the summit again someday. Of course, I'm woefully out of shape
for such a climb now, but I could fix that situation.
I'm not a catalyst for indignation. Not today, anyway.
It's like taking a deep breath before diving under water, isn't it?
I'm onto their scheme. They can't fool me.
The plan for tonight is to sleep. I must stick with the plan, or at least
At least I won't miss her more over the next few days than I've already missed her over the last few months. More is not possible. So there.
Like trying to fill the Grand Canyon by throwing pebbles.
I just got here. Had to work a little late, and then traffic really sucked.
I just took an informal test, and it turns out that I might have PMS!
Not even bothering to try to concentrate.
As the newborn savior lay in his manger, three wise men came to pay their
respects. One of the wise men bumped his head at the entrance to the stable.
"Jesus Christ, that hurts!" he exclaimed. Mary and Joseph looked at
each other and then Mary said to the wise man, "We were going to call him
Charlie, but we like your idea better."
Tonight, my plan is to sleep. It's always nice to have a plan.