Wednesday, June 25, 2008

You wanted a post, you got a post.

Why I am awake at four thirty in the morning.
1. I'm worried about the Two Coreys.
2. I'm thinking about how funny it would be to see a video of cats on an automated treadmill.
3. I just finished making a big picture of lemonade for anyone who would like to mow my lawn.
4. And when I say picture I mean pitcher.
5. And now I can't get the image of the giant smiling pitcher of Kool-Aid out of my head, and if I do ever get to sleep I'll probably dream about him ... AGAIN, and let's hope that this time it's not one of *those* dreams.
6. I think if I were a cartoon character I would be Daffy Duck, or maybe Sylvester the cat's son, who I am sure has a name, and I could probably do a Google and find out, but ... ok, I will.
7. Ok, his name was Junior, and how much of a let down is that, seriously, how much thought went into that, and I know that Junior was just a tertiary character, but still.
8. Ha, I worked tertiary into a post!!!
9. I wonder if any of my buzznet friends are around?
10. They all think I am incredibly handsome, and yeah, it's kind of embarrassing, but they depend on me so much, that, well, what harm can it do, I mean, I can play incredibly handsome if I have to.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I just poked a hole in my ear drum, but that's ok, because I couldn't hear out of that ear anyway.

I almost hyperventilated at the store today, and I'm serious too.
My sinus were so bad that I couldn't breathe through my nose, and before I realized that I could breathe through my mouth I was in full out hyperventilated mode, and where are the paper or plastic guys when you need them, because I could have used a paper bag for sure, but you probably already knew that, and I wish I knew what caused my sinus to do that, because not only is it rude, it is a hazard to my health.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Monday is as Monday does.

I thought I made a post in here about three this morning.
I must be losing my mind, wait, there it is.
S'ok now.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

On Sunday it never seems old.

Oh, my precious blog, please forgive me for neglecting you.
I've been wooed by others, but don't despair.
I proclaim by all that is holy that ummmmmmmmmmmm.
Hold on, I have to go check out buzznet.
Be back in a bit.
See ya, wouldn't want to be ya. har har har har.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

I'm posting, ok, I'm posting

Ten ways you can identify a stalker.
1. She is jealous of your buzznet friends, and will probably sacrifice a small domesticated animal when she finds out that this will also be posted on buzznet.
2. She claims she lives on Guam, a made up place if there ever was one.
3. She has many cats.
4. She names all her cats after Martins Sheen's children.
5. She considers blood one of the basic food groups.
6. She believes the NKOTB live in her spare bedroom and the gay one is stealing her underwear.
7. She thinks everyone lusts after her feet.
8. She has an imaginary lover that looks like Jackie Earle Haley.
9. She makes all her important life decisions based on the findings of her Magic 8 Ball.
10. She keeps a Nancy Kerrigan dream diary. No, she keeps two Nancy Kerrigan dream diaries. One is PG13 and the other one is R rated.