Where to start? Hmmm...
Probably, the best place to start is not to, right now.
There's been so much cool stuff happening lately, that I barely have time to experience it, let alone write it.
Get back, bake cookies, clean, take cookies to boss-guys at work, get back, clean more, fuck around, clean more and try like hell to get the house to the "You have 900 cats?!? Wow. Can't tell..." stage.
*rolls eyes* I try. I really try. (But when I see this boy sprawled out by this big ape here and... oops. Shit. Channelling Billy Jack right this second is so NOT gonna help any...) No, I really do try, but I am just a little outnumbered. (Thank Gawd. Last thing this world needs is as many of me as I have cats... *shudder*) SHUT UP STEVIE!!!!! Yes, yes... gotta move my ass.
I'm hoping to be what?... caught up?... done?... whatever later on and I have it in mind to spill it all then. And Cat?
I think I might do "that" tomorrow. ("That" being that thang which you suggested I do, right before he posted about how much he HATES cell phones. You tryin' to git my ass kicked, by the way? *raised eyebrow and a giggle*) But, yeah... Tomorrow. It is my birthday, after all...
What cooler thing to do than that? I still have yours, too, Dude.
*grin* (Fixed stare and drumming fingertips directed right at Mad Wm. here for a second... or sixty...) Any-got-damned-way, I have got to get a move on. Hope it's sexy, at least... (my "move", I mean.)
(Whatchoo rollin' yer eyes at? So I'm corny... Been writin' my own material for 41 years, 364 days. Gimme a break... *grin*) Peace y'all... Update 20 minutes later...
Well.
That was fun.
Not. As I was finishing before, Ziggy was barkin' his balls off.
I no sooner clicked save than I heard a moo.
Really close.
Closer, in fact, than the cows even are.
Or, are supposed to be. They were out.
Again.
So, I just spent the last 20 minutes chasing cows.
And, I just loooove runnin', let me tell ya.
*goober face* (Oh fuck. One of em's back. Just mooed again.... Piss on it this time, man. I've got shit to do and running track with a frickin' cow ain't none of it, ya know? Besides which, somebody around needs to sumbitchin' realize that electric fence ain't for fuckin' cows!) Anyway... I been chasin' moo-moos.
Oh how fun it is. Not to even mention... it also changed my plans, cause now the guys (Rob, Eric and George) are already on their way back from the Farmer's Market, so now, insteada goin' to the store for cookie shit, I have to clean some shit, then go when they get here. Whatever.
Ain't chasin' no more cows. Ever. Ugh. Let me think a moment... under what circumstance, exactly, would I run and not hate it?
Hmmm...
Usta woulda been "chasing Bret Hart", but now that he's pussywhipped again, screw that.
Wouldn't run to piss on Dwight Yoakam if he was on fire... Hmmm... I would probably run after Tommy Chong for a hit, but he's too old and burnt to run, so that's a moot point. Ya know... I can't think of one damned reason to run.
Especially not after a cow. Update @ 10:14pm... Y'all wanna take a wild fuckin' guess what I just got done doin'? Aw, g'head.
Say it.
Ya know ya wanna... especially after what I said earlier.... Yes, that's right.
I hadda chase a cow again. Someone was "herding" her, with a tractor, around my house. I knew he wasn't gettin' through the yard like she had, so when he got "stuck", I ran out and took over, as she was standing in the goddamned driveway and all. We took a JOG on down to the dry cow barn.
Damn it. I have OFFICIALLY had ENOUGH of this now, OKAY? Good. I'm going. to. the. store. now. Imeanit...
rightnow... I'm so leaving RIGHT NOW that I'm already g...
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Stevie - Happy, happy and many more. BTW, it's your B-day ... someone else should be baking YOU cookies. If I were closer than Wichita, (?), I'd volunteer. Love, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at April 30, 2005 01:13 AM (OPRCz)
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