nobody here but us chickens

Month: August 2011 (Page 1 of 3)

Random Wednesday – Fall Ballroom Edition – LP Version

this world is but a canvas to our imaginations.
henry david thoreau

Not a good day to feel like hell.  I sincerely wish I could have called in.

4:30 is entirely too early to wake up.

So much change.

School in a week.  The summer has flown.  It just doesn’t seem possible at all.  It’s too fast and it just gets faster.

I dunno.  The Mister is the funny one.

It’s probably the blood loss.  Just eat a cookie.

I bet the Fox exec that was responsible for canceling Firefly kicks his own ass every night before he goes to bed.

I need a new mouse, but my luck with hardware needs around here has been less than encouraging.  RAM.

Oh dear.  Well, the departments are happy at least.

Hip pain.  It has returned.  Fantastic.

Yesterday was Red’s birthday.  Wish her a happy.

That teacher doesn’t know the meaning of acronym.  She has it all backwards.

We need more math in our lives.  I need less math in my life.

The fractions did me in.

Bleah.

I don’t have a word.

Maybe I should take a walk.  Can I do that without vomiting?

I don’t know what that means.

There’s too much stuff in this refrigerator.

It’s not natural taking lunch so early.  I’ll be starving by 3.

I can’t remember the last time it was

It’s a process.  Who knew it was so bloody complicated?

I’ll have to email it to myself.

When was the last time I was on a plane?

Of course it’s cold in here.

Parking always has the huge lines.

Those are some tiny tiny shorts.

Knitting will keep my lap warm anyway.

What the hell is that rusty squeaky noise?  So very odd.

This is really sweet.

Calling cards.  Are those making a come back?

And here it is 3:00 and I’m not hungry at all.  Probably on account of the feeling icky.  OK maybe I’m a tiny bit peckish.

Hell’s bells that tiger is giganomous.  Where will we put it?

Class hasn’t even started yet and my poli-sci prof has already pissed me off twice.

Poison tongue.

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Random Wednesday

sing the prettiest songs

I woke up to Cyndi Lauper this morning – though not this song.

I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure repeatedly slamming your mouse against your desk is not going to make it work better.

How insular.

But what do I know?

No, I did not feel an earthquake yesterday.

Monster box.

This is a strange shirt.

Yes.  We’re all beneath you.  We get it.  You can stop talking now.

There is a common element.  Follow the clues.

This just breaks your heart.

Promotional photos.  Oh joy.

Now I want a cookie.

It’s my hair, you see.

Go slum it somewhere else, sister.

The internet has made 15 year old girls out of everyone.

Everyone.

Vituperative is a spitty word.  Staccato with a p.  pah-Tah pah-Tah pah-Tah

pah-Tah

Happy things.  Things that make me happy.  Miss W’s giggle.  Wind up toys on my desk.  Milk chocolate M&Ms.  Pin ups.  Neil Gaiman.  Thunderstorms.  Wednesdays.  Fireflies.

Like red pepper.

Oooh!

Also cool.

“We are pursuing a number of leads and hope to have something more definite to tell you shortly.”

That couch is EATING her!

Too much yawning.

I need to thaw.

Red dye #2.

ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping

Put it in the post.  I like that phrase.

NINE minutes!

I can’t remember what I was going to say to

Bless you.

My lunch was not delicious.  It was the bread.  The bread was bad.  Bad bread.

It’s getting late.  Now it’s too late.

Stupid fax machine.  New fangled.

I miss letters.  A lot.  We lost something important there.

Town like the town where you live.

It should not be taking me all day to do this.

Do you?

This Jazz variety of apple is surprisingly tasty.  Very juicy.

Oops you see a crocodile, don’t forget to scream.

Pleasant Girl Defeats the Twatsquad!

Aside from this.

I bet I’d be a good rancher.

I know.  It’s eerie.  I don’t know what to tell you.  Have a cookie.

68 days til Halloween!  67 1/2 really.  66 if you don’t count Halloween itself because it’s the day in question.  Halloween!  Best day of the year.

I don’t know why they’re so evil.  But they can’t secretly stop time like we can.  So we got that going for us.

Which is nice.

You left the cage door open again, didn’t you?

They dropped the chain.  Things fall apart.

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