Saturday, March 28, 2009

Blech

Sometimes no amount of poo talk or sexual innuendo is enough to distract you from the stupid things you're feeling. I have an inkling this headache is less of a hangover and more of a result of the hour I spent squishing the sadness (in liquid form) out of my head last night.

I'm not even hungry right now. Granted I did just scarf down a Lean Cuisine but those things are small, and who in history has ever seen me eat a meal without already planning for my next?

So now this is just a public journal? Lame. Bring back the half-arsed vulgarity.

6 comments:

  1. I kind of want to be tasered, just once.

    Nothing to do with this post. Just saying.

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  2. But only with a pink taser, right?

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  3. Ooh, of course. Do they make those? Actually, I just want one of those to carry in my purse so I can go around tasing other people. That sounds more fun. I should have thought of that in the first place.

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  4. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/19/fashion/19taser.html?ex=1342497600&en=0af6e192ee7a03f7&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss#

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  5. That's amazing. I want that taser. Thanks for researching it.

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