It’s. Oh.Â Huh.
I don’t want to help you because you’re mean.Â But I’ll help you because I’m not.
Damn.Â I brought the wrong book.
No!Â No headache!Â No!
Happy as a clam.Â Where does that come from?Â What makes clams so damn happy?Â And how would we even know if a clam was happy or sad or in the midst of a murderous rage?Â It’s a clam.
are you alone now?
so cold.Â so very cold.
I do not want to work Saturday.Â I do not want to work next Saturday either.
How do I get on these mailing lists?
I wish I carried a camera …
I won’t say a word.
I like these “from where I stand” photos everyone is doing.Â I think they’re fun.Â Makes me want an iPod Touch even more so I could shoot some with those newfangled apps too.Â But not that hipster app, cos I still hate that one.
Probably if you spent less time talking and talking and talking you wouldn’t be so far behind.Â Hang up the phone.
Perhaps I was gone longer than I thought.
Quick!Â To the Post Office!
There’s a long list.
Spit face!Â What?
You have to keep moving!
I’m excited about season 3.Â You should check this show out.
5 inches of snow is nothing.Â Silly westerners.
Crows are interesting creatures.
Sheesh.Â The heater gnomes are particularly angry today.
I would consider moving down south if it weren’t for the size of the bugs and the poison of the snakes and spiders.
So sneezy today!
I think they’re on to me.
Such a slacker.
My knee is hurty.
I don’t even know where to start.
but babe that doesn’t mean i’m gonna be a better man.
January always seems like it takes years to get through.
Oh yes, now I see.Â That poor poor thing.Â However does she manage?
sorry, please continue
Enough with the one sided business.Â I’m moving on, thank you.
Oh, God.Â No begging.
I ran with dirty angels
Duck butter???Â Man this place is weird.
I’m off for a celebratory meal.Â It will taste like victory.Â And possibly scotch.
It’s not spilt milk.