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Month: June 2011 (Page 1 of 2)

Random Wednesday

It’s the end of June already.  That’s just crazy.

I forgot to bring the duster thinger in.  Such a dusty desk.

Things so rarely go according to my plan.

Not good news.  Not good news.  But not unexpected.

I’m not very brave.

I need a laugh.

Automatic weapons?!?  How do I always miss that part of the party??

They’re being way too quiet.  It’s freaking me out at the same time that it’s kinda awesome.

This is heaven.

My throat is sore-ish.  Don’t be sore-ish, throat!!

I think I’d rather have dinner with Biden than Obama.  If I was forced to choose.  Because really, I’d rather have dinner with Ted Bundy than either of those two.  Zombie Ted Bundy.

TSA is completely out of control.

It’s the drainage, you see.

I tend to be matter of fact with others’ grief.  It is not because I am heartless.  I am the same with my own.

I need to choose colors.  That’s the hardest part.  I can never decide.

I want to go home and spend the rest of the day in the hammock, knitting and reading and napping.

I admit to a little glee at reading this.

You’ve forgotten everything about me.

You’re too far gone.

Can we please just all stop saying “just sayin’ …”?  Please?

I’m sorry for the melancholy.

Today is full of bad news and worse.

My ear buds just died.  And I hate this back up pair.  They make my head feel like I’m SCUBA diving and need to clear my ears.

It’s like pepper in milk.

It’s not like I ever really belonged among them anyway.  It’s not my tribe.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy jen.

I keep thinking today is Friday.  It’s really not Friday.

I need a break from this place.

My ear drum is itchy in that impossible to scratch sort of way that you can feel all the way down into your neck.

I will be very upset if I’m coming down with something.

Painting that kitchen is going to be quite the undertaking.  Maybe I can get rid of many things during the dismantle.

But not my beloved coffee mug collection!  I should hang those … or maybe some kind of fancy shelf.  The Mister would like to see them all go.

OK, I admit it.  I wish I had a smart phone.

Independence.

8568

Ooh, look!  Strawberries!!  No!  No!  Focus, damn you!

want want want want want

I like green grapes very much, thank you.

No, I said phonography, not p0rn0graphy.

So cold.

I don’t know if Mayor Carcetti was the right choice for Littlefinger.  I just have a really hard time with that one.  He sort of creeps me out.  I don’t know why.

Bread Broom Candle Coin

I’m not a hologram.  Honest.

 

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Demonic


This morning, the Michigan chapter of Americans for Prosperity hosted a talk by Ann Coulter, after which I got to meet her and get my copy of her new book signed.  She was hilarious and I had a great time.  AFP gave out free t shirts too, so that was a nice bonus.  (Sorry ’bout the crappy shots while she was at the podium, I don’t have a good long distance lens and her body guards are twitchy so I couldn’t stand up and move closer.  I wasn’t even that far away during the talk, it’s just a terrible lens.)


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Random Wednesday

Overslept by an hour.  Can’t remember the last time I did that.  Throws my entire internal balance off.

They broke the AC.  That’s what happens when you run it constantly.  Despite my glee at not freezing to death I swear I didn’t break it.

Ooooh K brought the amazingly delicious obscenely fattening dip.  Must resist.

Open the windows!  Open the windows!

Oh no.  She’s quitting smoking again.  I need soundproofing for my cube.

Today’s soundtrack: The Cars – Greatest Hits.

I miss going out dancing every week.

Stop pinging!

Poison.

Dammit!  The third floor knows my name now.  It’s all “Give Jen the special special projects!” all the time now!

Parasitism.  Excellent piece by Victor Davis Hanson.

Oh  it’s Bruce Campbell‘s birthday!  Happy Birthday, Bruce Campbell!  He’s so awesome.  Michigander!

Nothing creeps me out more than when activists or government officials start talking population control.

Mmmdipmmmmm

My will is weak.  I will not go back for seconds.  In fact, I better go walk that off.

So.  Humid.  Storm again already!

Check out my friend Dan’s new site.

For the love of all things strange OPEN A WINDOW!

Darth Vader.  You goofball.

I’m so zennish these days that my crazy Helena Bonham Carter/Glenn Close hair isn’t even annoying me.  That’s right.  I’m embracing the fro.

Why don’t I have the “action” option?  Why can’t I remove myself from this frenzy of reply all nonsense?  Let me go, damn you!  Let me go!!!

A pox on the creator of “Reply All”.  A pox I say.

He’s hitting the ice cream truck with Pontius Pilate.

Thunder!  This is Jen weather all over the place.  Wait.  Sun??  Hissssss!

I haven’t had a good scalp massage in entirely too long.

I don’t know what to do with these fragments of conversation.  You’re not there.

Bloop.

Intriguing.

The Anti Terrorist and Monetary Crimes Division of what?

I’m not part of that world.  I just have this one.  It’s very small.  Cozy.

Want.

Random non sequitous.

It’s like an irritating joke that’s been told too many times.

Damn, they fixed the AC.

No one is appreciating the pants-wetting hi-larity.

mmmmmmBreakfastmmmmm

My check from the Koch brothers must be running late this month.

And now for your Damian Lewis break.

I don’t have any vowels, damn you!

We can’t all wear toast on our ears.

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