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Wednesday, in Random Fashion

Argh!  Watermelon juice all over my bag.  Disaster.

I hate having dreams about money.  They’re never “Oh, we just won millions of dollars!” dreams.

You should go back, and reminisce.

The Random Confederacy is almost done.  Only 5 more weeks!  Doesn’t seem like it’s been nearly a year already.

I just feel like I’m entirely out of synch with the rest of the universe today.

I totally forgot about that.

Hot N Now reopened???

Great, now I have THAT song stuck in my head.

Bad vibes around this building today.  I’m not the only one who is wonked.

Great lunch with old work buds!

Tag!  You’re it!

I need a Diet Coke something fierce.

More stuff to do.  Finally.

Why hasn’t anyone brought me a Diet Coke yet??

It’s not horribel.  I keep typing that anyway.

And toady instead of today.

I wish it would rain.

Scrub.

It’s a little chilly.  It’ll be a little chillier tomorrow.  I think pants.

This, to me, has a very Bowie feel to it.  Somewhere in the late 80s.  87 ish, I think.

I have not gotten nearly enough done with the house.  I’m sort of stuck.  I need more help.  SITGR could come and we could get it all done in a weekend.

I wonder where the mail is.

It is taking me forever to finish this dinosaur.  It’s like my everything is on hiatus.  I just haven’t felt like knitting at all.

It’s just not like me.

I wonder if it will really rain tomorrow.

I think Robert Downey, Jr. is dreamy.  And so do you.

I think this iced coffee would be better if it were actually iced cappuccino.  We used to have a great recipe at the cafe I got fired from that time.  (Which was totally not my fault.  Gorram yuppie jerk.)

I think I should close this window.

Jackie Sorensen.  Sorenson?  I can’t remember now.  Spandex.

Another pot luck.  God’s teeth.  Save me from potlucks.

Our trees seem leafier this year.  There’s bigger shadow back there, I think.

Goats and bees.  Bees and goats.

I don’t know all the questions yet.

That mixer is arthritic.

Cookies?  Peanut butter bars?  Oh I know.  The chewy chocolate drop thingers.  They haven’t had those yet.  Damn.  A trip to the store.

It’s ok.  It’s not the zombie apocalypse or anything.

Babbleicious.

I’ve been there, I know the way.

Those robots are dangerous.

I guess it’s a tea pot collection now.

I will not eat that cookie.  I will not eat that cookie.  I will not eat that cookie.

Only 11 days left?  Really?  It just goes faster and faster.

It’s just not warm enough.

Professional.  Professional goofball, maybe.

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5 Comments

  1. bunny

    Aw. Reminiscing makes me feel horribelly sad.

    • AntiJenX

      don’t feel sad. feel hopeful.

  2. ScottO

    Really? There have been only 47 of these? Why does it feel like much more?

    Gosh, I am horribel toady.

    • AntiJenX

      Not 47 Random Wednesdays, 47 of the shots I post on Sundays – the Random Confederacy project I’m doing with the Redhead.

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