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[My phone rings...] Me: Mwah time is it? Where am I? Rocco: Sorry Hon, where did you park the car? Me: Is it Tuesday? Oh wait, you’re driving? Rocco: It’s Friday. The buses aren’t running. Me: I think it’s on Garden. Rocco: K, thanks. Me: Be safe, k?
The bacon bouquet – Day 7. http://twitpic.com/14l46x # Sometimes I wonder how well people really know me. For example, my sister in law sent me this email earlier this week: A friend passed this on to me… I’m thinking of Volunteering… not running in it. Although I was tempted. http://toughmudder.com/ Oh where [...] My favorite voicemail, which I just can’t bring myself to delete, is from my mom. There’s no greeting, no introduction, no pleasantries, just one sentence: “Just wanted to tell you it’s fucking snowing here.” Sing it, sistah. Someone please tell me that it’s not really still snowing. Tell me that all the white shit in [...] This week has been all about the squishy love fests. I like squishy love fests. Well, I’m not really into the squishy love fests I just read about on SexIs, but I like…you know…completely non-sexual and pudding free squishy love fests. Oh hell, this isn’t going well already. You probably aren’t going to believe this, but [...] I rocked that bitch. Ass slaps and David Lee Roth kicks all around! Fifteen months down, seventy more years to go. Like a teenager who stayed up far too late watching a horror movie, home alone while her parents were away on business, I feel foolish for the past two weeks of worry, the frightful hours [...] I overslept. I’ve no time to regale you with tales of platypus wearing high school friends dancing on tables constructed of jello (by the by, spicy Cajun food and high anxiety might make for disturbing dreams), but I do have time to leave you with today’s theme song. I’m going to sing it on the [...] I’ve got rock climbing on the brain today. “Really Elly?” I hear you asking. “I don’t really think of you as the rock climbing type.” Yeah well, just because I’ve never actually attempted rock climbing doesn’t mean I can’t still use it as the basis for an analogy. I’ve never been to space, but still [...] Have I mentioned lately that I never EVER pass up free tickets? Just in case you haven’t heard, I’ll state the fact again; I’m a complete and total [ticket] whore. As with all whore-related professions, it’s incredibly important to advertise your availability and proclivities. A gal needs to announce her whoredom as frequently as possible via [...] I think I'll call her Kateybo. I think I'll also call her done. http://twitpic.com/139egg # |
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