I'm starting to freak out!
Having a beer to steel my nerves.
Tonight I'll find my snow shovel and use it to carry the possum to the
woods. I hope it hasn't popped by tonight. If it's popped, I might have to
sell my house, or at least burn down my garage.
Today, I plan to worry. This will be followed by freaking out this evening.
There's a big dead possum in my garage.
I'm not immune. I'm just as sickened by this as everyone else. I wish she'd
fucking stop preaching all the time.
DeadLady is here.
(draft) Clear light copper in color. Aroma of grass. Flavor neither piney nor floral. Kind of like a mixture. There was a slight metallic finish. Decent is all I can say about this.
What a strange thing to say.
Sometimes, I wish I was blind.
Running out of excuses...
You know what? I'm really trying here.
I wish this mood would last. I like it.
Overgeneralization is always a bad idea. Every single time.
The fundamental difference between me and a lot of other men is that they secretly hate women whereas I think women are delicious.
Never gonna happen. Sorry.
Sitting at Jack's, so that I might better contemplate this mood.
I'm in a good mood, despite thinking that most of the last several years have been wasted.
I'm worried that my kitties might be infected. Trying not to think about it, but failing sometimes.
I'm pretty disappointed now.
Well, $600 may not buy happiness, but it will certainly buy a buttload of kitchenware.
Thinking about going shopping. Now I have to figure out what to shop for.
I'm in a very unusual mood. I think it's a good mood.
I've got something in my eye. From the feel of it, it's probably a goat or a small deer.
I'm not sure what was harder. Hearing the news about Pickepie, or telling
The vet left a long time ago. I think they had an emergency come in.
Watching hundreds of geese fly overhead. Pretty cool.
"I thank my parents for making me." -- Enzo
My patience is so thin these days, it's nearly transparent.
I'm not exactly raring to go this morning.
The question is, "Why?" The answer is the same as it's always been.
Now I've probably got rabies. Stupid cat.
Good thing I lugged my laptop to work and back. And good thing I glared at my phone all day. Both activities came in very handy.
I'm in a doozy of a mood tonight.
I don't think I could ever get tired of watching these squirrels jump from tree to tree.
Well that was a pretty screwed up thing for first thing in the morning.
The horse was just in my yard again. Picklepie scared it away.
Thinking about thinking. Doubting about doubting.
Wondering about wondering...
I hate that guy. I've never met him or even seen him in person, but I hate
I'm fucking tired of living under this rug.
I went out and petted Picklepie and sprayed off my heat pump filter. That, you might think, should be more than enough excitement for me for one day, but I still might go to stupid Jack's later. OddlyFamiliarGirl is sick again and/or still, though, so that sucks.
This is making me uncomfortable.
I need to leave my house and go buy something today. I just need to decide
what to buy.
It's warmer than I thought.
I wish it was warmer. I want to go outside and drink and think.
She needs a better man than the one she's turned me into.
I think I'm turning into Every Guy On Earth, and that makes me feel guilty.
I'm making some Pad Thai chicken now. Just who do I think I am?
Now I gots me some contemplatin' to do...
There are less noble things I could be doing with my life.
More for me, then.
At least that one fucker seems to have shut up for now.
Because, that's why. Der.
I miss HatGirl.
I think I'm going to marinate a couple steaks in Stone Smoked Porter. I hope I don't managed to burn my house down somehow.
I got here late this evening. So now I feel rushed.
Of course I looked.
I don't want to talk about it.
I'm in an incredibly bad mood all of a sudden.
Talk to me. Pretend that you like me.
Today I get to hear the price to replace my heat pump. I'm estimating between three thousand and fifteen million dollars.
I'm in my parking lot at work. I'm oddly excited to be here. I like it out here in the mornings. I should have come here over the weekend.
Happy birthday to StupidGirl! The timing was just a little off, or I could
have been there for your birthday.
Can't sleep because my ass is too sore from kicking myself.
Giving up, breathing a big sigh of relief, and going home.
Going to stupid Jack's to glare at my phone, because (a) Rich O's is closed,
and (b) there's no A/C in my house.
I doubt that I'll ever look at stars the same way again.
Had a fairly relaxing evening. Now home, getting ready to watch Big Brother and cram some yummy White Castle fish sandwiches.
Okay, now she's late.
I'm at Sluttopia, waiting for OddlyFamiliarGirl. She's not late, I'm early.
I just did something stupid, but necessary and long overdue.
LaptopGirl's cat came back!
My dearest friend RockGirl and I "met" five years ago today. I'm so incredibly humbled by her and by the understanding that she's given me. I don't know if I'd be here, or anywhere, if it wasn't for her.
Was shooting pool and drinking beer with my friend Eric all night.
I miss you.
(bottle) Clear fizzy light brown. Weak head that lasts and clings. Sharp aroma of pine and alcohol. Flavor very dry, with noticeable alcohol. Finish is smooth and nutty. Good.
The bad news is that my A/C is broken again, and the other bad news is that
there's no beer in my fridge.
My sister hasn't seen that cat all week. I hope he shows up when he hears me calling for him.
Due to scheduling shortsightedness, I'm am now sitting in the Cincy airport for two and a half hours. This is more time than it would have taken me to drive home, had I mustered the foresight to just drive up here originally.
On the plane. Turning my phone off. You know you care.
Just got dropped off at the airport. Everyone is sad.
This Irish guy walked out of a pub. Hey, it could happen.
I just found great restraint from somewhere. I put it to good use.
I absolutely will not.
Had a slightly skunked Newcastle. Not enough to taste bad, but enough to wreak havoc on my insides.
I'm at the Rio. I miss this place.
Took a nap. Now I'm awake. My neck is killing me.
Some lady just won 1.2 million dollars, but it wasn't me, so fuck her.