twenty~five. (morning) ~clive barker
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happy christmas
I do not know when grades are posted. I should probably look that up.
This headache is fantastic. As in fantastically bad.
Oh, there they are.
I’ve always liked the word “malapropism”.
Monkey bandaids!
I saved you from the cliff.
highly favored
Why are we still on overtime?
I keep thinking it’s Friday. I wish it was Friday.
I’m feeling very gloomy this morning.
Sometimes technology should be damned. Things like not having to pay other people to develop your pictures are why I am now a cubicle monkey instead of sitting happily in my dark room, the reigning Lab Goddess.
Book orders were one of my very favorite things when I was a kid. I remember how disappointed I was that you didn’t get to do them any more in middle school.
What the pine scented fuck?
Did I ever tell you about the –
Today is going to drag its ass like a three toed tree sloth.
Won’t mean a thing dear.
I don’t want soup. I don’t know what I was thinking.  I don’t like soup.
See, it’s not like I work somewhere where I can still stand up in the middle of an extremely quiet room and yell VAGINA!
Why is the paperback cheaper than the eversion? In what universe does that make sense?
sugarsugarsugarsugarsugar
Talking to Bruce Willis on the beach in Empire. Better than the cliff dream.
Einsteins. Still making me giggle.
It’s so foggy!
swoon.
It’s traditional.
Holy wow! That’s not something you see – ever.
So sleepy. So very very very sleepy.
Man, I love Chris Isaak.
Is there a window open? Probably.
I definitely need more caffeine. My brain is determined to slip me into a coma now that I can finally slow down.
Wordy wordy wordy.
I very badly need new glasses. I’m actually having trouble seeing some things.
I’m an unstoppable poetic force. Uh huh.
She has a very masculine face.
You’ll have to ignore the stupid commercial. It’s Christmas time in Hollis.
You still owe me a cookie, Red.
I’m kinda cold.
Hungry. Is dinner time, yes?
I think it’s time to throw out that plant.
Can it be?
I can’t help it, I’ve been busy.
The Dominion! I do so love Gul Dukat.
She is just never going to spell that word correctly, is she?
The dog turned the tree around.
Baby, it’s not your sleigh ride.
It’ll be morning soon enough. It’ll be morning all too soon.
yours is not the face i see
I don’t want to fight tonight.
cold and rainy
not robot girl
My right ear is all clogged up. So that’s fun.
robot girl
You’re a bum.
I don’t have time to get sick. No sick. I refuse.
I did not break the database.
I can go home now, yes?
I didn’t have any crazy dreams this time.
This cookie is disappointing. That’s what I get for giving in to temptation.
Something about arsenic?
Oh it must be time to talk about the weather. Again.
Now I’ve completely forgotten what I was doing.
I need some money.
I am not sending blank emails. You’re crazy. Also that was funny.
Burn, baby, burn.
It’s hot in here. I must actually be getting sick.
Walking wounded.
Must shoot card.
Radon, eh?
It won’t make any greatest hits albums.
bonfires
Well these drugs aren’t working at all. I’m still entirely clogged. Stupid cloggy cementy sinus crap.
I’m not going to get my Christmas break, am I?
After having seen Chris Isaak live, I love him even more. I will go see him again.
Huh.
No iPod for you!
You can send me drunken office party texts.
Baby.
I’m never going to get this done.
Breathtaking!
Only one … that’s interesting.
I’m so hungry!
Zinc on an empty stomach was probably not my best idea ever.
Yes. Yes I do need three weeks between semesters.
Jingling. Mingling.
It’s the vanity.
twenty~three. (midnight)
Millennium ~ Season Two ~ Episode Eleven ~ Midnight of the Century
“Something about this time of year always makes me consider time. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if in life, you could pick the speed at which you were going to experience time? I would have it take forever for these kids to grow up – I don’t care if they didn’t like it. I’d have autumn go much slower; winter go a little faster. And the time that I was experiencing regret, I’d have go slower actually, so I could fix and leave the situation without regret. I’d like to know how much time I have left.” ~ Peter Watts
Last night while I was in Chris Isaak concert heaven with my momma, my favorite girl in the world was meeting her favorite author in the world, Johnathan Rand. I was sorry to have missed it, but the Mister got this great picture of Miss W with the Chiller Man himself. She got two new signed books. Definitely the happiest girl in the world. (ironically, the bookstore spelled his name wrong on their sign)
you’re so far from home
;alsinreg
the irony is
I want this, please, Santa.
I’ve got Jack Daniels and a blowtorch. What could possibly go wrong?
There’s just not much.
It’s the sleep deprivation.
Santa’s balls. Santa balls.
Squish.
pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
All pruned and trimmed like a tiny banzai tree.
There was a Mexican pointy shoe craze?
There is such a thing as deep fried Kool Aid??
It’s an adventure. Adventures are good. The kind without tour guides.
Oh no! Colonel Potter died! RIP Harry Morgan 🙁
I don’t care what anyone says, I love Olivia Newton John.
ouch
Today is not the day for Screamin Jay Hawkins.
That book’s been in the to read pile for ages.
I always type wiaved instead of waived. wtf?
I always forget about Grooveshark. That’s a handy dandy thing there.
Yesterday the Book Perk raffle, today our library raffle. Woo hoo! I can no longer say I never win anything!
Ho ho ho.
It feels like midnight.
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