what have you done today to make you feel proud?
DUDE. My DOG gets more action than I do -- and he's getting it from the ONLY OTHER GUY DOG ON THE BLOCK.
I was trying to figure out what I could eat tomorrow morning at 8 when I rush out the door, no doubt missing some critical part of my outfit that most likely covers some wildly inappropriate body part to nakedly expose to all others on the street who will so innocently be waking their children to go to the good christian church and pray for my dastardly sins, but I realised that all we have in the house is a conglomeration of things that Do Not Make Good Breakfast Foods: grilled shrimp, old orange juice (that is possibly molding by this point, but I don't think it's really necessary to check; I'll leave it for mom to discover), uncooked spicy sausage which I do not eat because it BURNS (you'd think that after three attempts I'd learn but no), pasta that's been sitting in our pantry for a few years, and spicy chicken noodle soup which doesn't even make sense.
In the spirit of La (
avoteforla), I am cranky for many reasons, but NEVERFEAR (since when has that become one word?) because, um. Something's here. What's a good saviour type thingamajobby? Tissues, I suppose.
BABIES ARE TAKING OVER MY MIND.
I still want a hat that looks like a lampshade but alas, for I may have to design one myself if I'm ever going to own one. Maybe I could just wear a lampshade instead?
I was trying to figure out what I could eat tomorrow morning at 8 when I rush out the door, no doubt missing some critical part of my outfit that most likely covers some wildly inappropriate body part to nakedly expose to all others on the street who will so innocently be waking their children to go to the good christian church and pray for my dastardly sins, but I realised that all we have in the house is a conglomeration of things that Do Not Make Good Breakfast Foods: grilled shrimp, old orange juice (that is possibly molding by this point, but I don't think it's really necessary to check; I'll leave it for mom to discover), uncooked spicy sausage which I do not eat because it BURNS (you'd think that after three attempts I'd learn but no), pasta that's been sitting in our pantry for a few years, and spicy chicken noodle soup which doesn't even make sense.
In the spirit of La (
avoteforla), I am cranky for many reasons, but NEVERFEAR (since when has that become one word?) because, um. Something's here. What's a good saviour type thingamajobby? Tissues, I suppose. BABIES ARE TAKING OVER MY MIND.
I still want a hat that looks like a lampshade but alas, for I may have to design one myself if I'm ever going to own one. Maybe I could just wear a lampshade instead?