little black flowers grow, in the sky

Bleah.  I really could have used one more sick day.

Cinnamon.  I could go for something cinnamon.

Also a lozenge.  But not a cinnamon lozenge.

I miss my bed.

Caramel.

I need more tea.  There is not enough tea.

My, what sharp teeth you have.

Surrounded.  I’m completely surrounded.  Send help.  SWAT is good.  I like a man in uniform who can shoot.

I have to admit that it’s weird to not be doing 31 Days of Halloween this year.  But it’s also kind of nice.  That’s a ton of work.

A+ never gets old.

What’s appealing about Cream of Wheat?  Nothing, that’s what.

Please stop helping us.

My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle …

I hate that feeling you get with a head cold where you constantly feel like you have to sneeze but only actually sneeze every five or ten minutes.  Argh.

Eat this, iron bitch!

I love my Nook Color.  It’s awesome.  Really, hugely, awesome.

I only have to make it to 4:00.

Halloween.  I love Halloween.  I don’t know why.  Halloween is better than Christmas.  Or birthdays.  If I could only have one special day a year for presents and fun, it would be Halloween.

Now I want to go home and curl up in bed with tea and watch Armageddon.

Of course, I don’t own Armageddon.

I had no idea.

How is it possible for one human being to contain this much snot?

Can’t no preacher man.

If life were even one tenth as bad as she constantly makes it out to be, we’d all have killed ourselves years ago.

I just rubbed Blistex all over my nose in an act of desperation.

Shoulda stayed home, silly jentober.

Stop.

I was going to stop.  Now I think I’ll keep going until I hit my bed.

I don’t think it’s good for business if you don’t reply to an email, buddy.

I think I’m feeling peckish.

Ick.  Not lamb.

Oooh!  I can rearrange the order of my tabs!  I like it.

Oh my freaking – STOP SAYING LIKE!!!!!!

I’m all glassy eyed.  That doesn’t happen often.

I kinda feel like death.

Interesting.

I think I’m going to have to go with Herman Cain.  He makes the most sense to me.

I didn’t think I had used it yet.

Ow.  ow. ow. ow. ow. ow.  sigh.

“I want a camera that takes good pictures.”

You want to buy a house from me.  Or some art.  I’ve got a lot of furniture too.

I should eat something.

I didn’t know there were versions of Angry Birds.  I do, finally, know what they’re angry about.

Man, I hate that dog.

School, school, school, and more school.

One brick at a time, my dear.

life on the farm

Portend.

Present.

I saw the movie, I don’t think I’d like the book.

Don’t judge me.  You know you love it too.  Unless you’re my husband, who is quite sure he has much better taste than I do.

With McCotter out I don’t know who I’m going to vote for.  Dammit.

My shoes smell like gasoline.

I dreamed my house was on fire.  I dreamed I was traded to another department.  I dreamed other things.  They all woke me up.  I did not sleep well.

I forgot why I went there.

But there is always something there …

I don’t want to bug you as I babble.

Apples and applications.

They’re always complaining about commercials.  I never know what they’re talking about.  Just turn off the tv.

Doohickey.  Thingamawhatsit.  SNAFU.

Winding sheet.  Blanket accusation.

The aimless killer shot the unsuspecting woman as she bent to pet the dog?

Haphazardly hazarding a guess.

This headache is growing massively.

Short.  Lacking in length.  Lacking in enthusiasm.

A wanton wandering vagrant.  Soulful vagabond.

From Red.  You’re welcome.

Also, this – because it’s true.  And not just of English teachers.

I’ve always liked the word desultory.

I’m horribly uninteresting today.  I know one or two of you automatically thought “Today?  She’s horribly uninteresting all the time!  Ha ha ha.”  To which I say, then why are you here?

Every time I hear the term rock and a hard place my brain automatically plays “caught between the Scylla and Charybdis“.  Just the one line.  I can’t help it.

I worry.  Excessively.

She’s an android and does not understand human feelings.  Her alien leaders did not teach her how to behave.

I didn’t “reluctantly” agree, Pastor man.  I readily, happily agreed.

You meant the world.

My rookie card is worth a small cookie.

It is true that I love Billy Idol.  Except that Christmas album, because that was just a really bad idea.

Probably if your number comes up as “Restricted” on my phone I’m not going to answer.

I don’t remember that song being that long.

You’re kind of a reluctant rebel.

Post Office.

I’m in some pain, you understand.

Ok, I’m out of 80s to torment you with.  I lost interest.

Oh please.  Make it stop.

There’s no disco here.

I like cheese.

Things are heavy.

budget budget budget

Fickle fortuitous frivolous folly.

Paper doll tossed with a wish into the fjord.  Just as quickly forgotten as lost.

I aimlessly wandered, because who wanders with purpose?

pick a card, any card

It’s the waiting.  No one tells you how exhausting that is.

It was a sarcastic remark meant to point out the irony of the statement.  Of course it was lost on them.

I was heavy.

Egg segregationism.

bag of bones bag of bones

What’s with the constant throat clearing?

Perhaps it’s time to review the difference between “want” and “need”.

The new spam I’m getting is so odd.  Strange sentences with one word completely jumbled.

I think a walk is in order.

Will it rain today?  I could do with a rain.

Three to five pages is too many.

Arthur Miller was a pompous ass.

I’m sorry, but I can make a distinction between awarding no bid contracts for a service that is actually used and awarding “stimulus” money to a company that had already proven to be a money hole.  I may not approve of the no bid tactic, but I’ll take it over throwing away our money, thank you.

Protoplasm.  Now that’s an interesting word.

I haven’t had Honeycrisp apples in ages.  These are nice and crisp but not as sweet as the Jazz are.  I might be finding myself more partial to the Jazz these days.  And thus concludes your weekly apple update.

ouch.

Stop saying that.

Enough with the lists already.

It’s not a metamorphosis.

So much spam today.  I’m under attack.

Ebullience.  No one talks like that.

Relic.

There’s a dirty cop on the stove??

Oh hell.  I had blocked this meeting from my mind entirely.  Damn.

Kinda short today isn’t it?

Enough with the sustainability already.

I’m so sick of buzz words.

I hate to leave you.

See?  My entire afternoon was taken up by that meeting.

I don’t think dark chocolate is all that special.  I like milk chocolate.  What’s wrong with milk chocolate?  Sometimes dark chocolate is just a little too much.

Dove says I have a great laugh.  How would they know?

Oh.  REM broke up?  I don’t think I’ve even bothered with their last 4 or so albums.  This is one of my faves of theirs.

I don’t need this headache right now.  Please take it away.

How very meta of you.

Assimilate.  Integrate.

Whirlyball?  Whirlyball???

Thorax.

I think you’re overthinking it entirely.

I think if you work in an office full of people you should probably go with the unscented lotion.  Especially if your scented lotion of choice smells like what I imagine a cheap whorehouse would smell like at the beginning of the night before all the added stench of naked ick.

Or, less disgustingly, when your scented lotion of choice is like an ice pick in my brain.

This is my body.  This is my blood.