So...
How yiz doin'?
I don't know why it keeps being 3 and 4 days between posts, buuut...It does seem to be that way, huh? Who'da thunk it?
Me?
With nuthin' to say?
Wow. Life's goin' on.
Everything is... as good as can be expected, I suppose. I miss Terry, though.
I still realize I'm not seeing any emails from him.
Still hits me every time. And...
ya know what else? I reeeally miss Storm, too. Brandy is a good girl, yeah, but her gaits are waaaay different than Storm's were and she's just not him.
To be blunt, her gaits are ROUGH. Her trot will knock yer boobs off and she trots 279 miles an hour before she'll lope, so THAT'S always fun... not.
It's good to have a horse, yeah, but dang. I miss Storm. In other news, as far as we know, the BC fucked up the divorce SHE asked for by not mailing the shit back to the lawyer in time.
Idiot. Oh friggin' well.
She wants it, she can damned well pay for it next time.
I don't care.
She really has zero effect (except financially) on us, so fuck her, ya know?
Fat-assed idiot. It's like, 2 in the morning and here I sit.
Awake.
Of course.
I have to work at 9am.
But...
I also had to replace 4 fingernails that refused to hold a weld... aka "repair".
They were cracked way down, near where the fake nail ends, so I couldn't get a really good patch set, so I said "screw it" and just replaced them. Got one coat of clear on them so far, about to do another, then I need to whip through the house because George is bringing the kid up here tomorrow, til Sunday.
Naturally.
Stupid cat just had six ($#@!*!!#$) kittens two days ago.
Therefore, I MUST have a child in the house.
Don't know why, exactly, just a fact. Can you BELIEVE that fat-assed idiot had the BALLS to even ASK if he could "bring a friend" again? (Meaning the BC asked George to ask us for the kid. I don't mean the kid is the fat-assed idiot. His ass isn't fat... *snicker*)
Pfft.
NO.
Fuck man, I'm having a "challenging" enough time affording myself, Eric and our critters. The kid himself is wiggin' me out thinking about trying to feed him for four days, I'm real sure I need another fuckin' mouth to feed.
Not to mention, another CHILD here, with these newborn kittens.
*rolls eyes* No thanks. Now, if that other kid was an animal....
Heh. Anyway...
I just another cat jump up here and put her head, the top of her head mind you, on the back of my right hand, making typing a real fun thing to do.
Not to mention the "still tacky" clear nail polish.
Just what I need.
Hairy fingernails. That'll look SO good when setting plates on tables tomorrow. Well, I guess I oughta go put the wet clothes in the dryer, do a few dishes and let one thing lead to another til I'm either done or outta time. Oh, and by the way, not that I think any of YOU guys would do this, but I keep seeing this and yesterday, it was it the crossword puzzle in the got-damned Inquirer, which is supposed to be this area's "best" newspaper and, the fact it's outta Philly and they made this mistake is just too much for me to take.
Ready? It's f-l-I-e-r, not F-l-Y-e-r when ya mean an annoying pamphlet or piece of paper handed out or stuck on windshields, OKAY? A F-L-Y-E-R is one of our hockey players, people! Got that? Flier- a piece of paper.
Flyer- a sucky hockey player, unless of course, you're referring to one of the Flyers from the late 70's.
Still, even the current sucky hockey team ain't pieces of paper and pieces of paper ain't hockey players, so GIT IT RIGHT, damn it.
That is all.
Thank you. Peace, y'all...
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