Devious.

Happy Geek Pride Day!!!

I wonder what ever happened to Slim Goodbody.

Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk.  Too much talk.  Talk talk talk talk talk.

I want an exercise ball office chair.  I love those guys.

It’s the constant bitching and complaining that wears me down.  I might actually hate this job as much as 35% less if you’d just give it a rest.

It’ll be much more easy?

I don’t really care about the new Pirates movie.  I barely remember watching the last one.  Wait, was the last one with the crabs carrying the ship in the salt desert thinger?  I think that might be the only scene I remember.

And now for your Sean Bean break.  Sigh.

I wish I had summers off.

I don’t think tax dollars should contribute one dime to presidential campaigns.  I don’t care if you’re my favorite president ever or the president I hate the most.  Pay for your own damn campaign.

New York.  Always with the winning. Kudos to Verizon.

If I were POTUS, I’d wish it were still 2008 too.  That was a good year for him.

I would want psychic abilities for my super power.

Snickers Peanut Butter?!  Intriguing …

Whee.

I hate this bra.  It has to go.

Maybe I’ll save up for a tablet.  Then I wouldn’t even need a smart phone.  I don’t really need a smart phone now.

There’s no tornado watch!  Crazy woman.

Stormy day.  Dark and gloomy.  Precisely my kind of weather.  Unless I want to walk.

I always am just about to go pee when the tornado warning goes off and then I’m trapped in the basement without a bathroom and in desperate need.  Sigh.  It’s a good thing there’s NO TORNADO WATCH.  Sheesh.

Thunder!

I accidentally found this song yesterday.  I kind of like it.

Snickers review – not bad.  Original Snickers is better.

Conservageek.  Is that someone’s name?  It should be. Oh it is. Disappointing.

Geeeeeze.  And people say I’m negative??

Don’t know why.

I would seriously consider voting for Thad McCotter.

Well.  So much for my near Zennishness.

It takes an ocean not to –

sigh.  lower case.  dejected.  little.  pitiful.  sigh.

At least I have tomorrow off.

I swear I didn’t break the database.

No! You can’t watch Serenity before you watch Firefly!  It’s like reading a book from back to front!

Don’t get discouraged, manatee!

Current migraine is kicking my ass.

Chickens grow really fast.

Why would anyone ever need a knitted tennis ball cover?

It’s not as though …

Slow moving.

Not a lot on my mind today, which frankly has been lovely.  Aside from the pain and nausea, that is.

Middle of May.  Middle of May.

Cuppa tea.   Cuppa tea.  Cuppa tea.

I can’t find the list.

This is lovely.

Still think the Redhead made an excellent choice.

I didn’t tell.  You couldn’t have known.

And it rains.

I wish I could find the list.

Gorram ticks.

I haven’t been there in a very long time.

There are 22 days remaining.

Corn muffins.  I would like corn muffins.  Warm and buttery.

Maybe I should take the summer off.  See who’s still there in the fall.

We’re doomed.

Mind your manners, squidlet.

Sometimes I think you’re just trying too hard.

It’s like a train wreck.  You’re full of morbid curiosity and smug self righteousness.

The zombie ate the hobo.

Whistling past the graveyard.

Why does everyone want to make me drive north in July at $4+ a gallon?

It was indeed a bizarre dream.  Lady Gaga and Madonna in a huge rivalry.  I was in the hospital, but the hospital was a huge old Victorian mansion.  It smelled oddly wonderful there.

Gorgeous!

There’s another Olsen sister?

Head stop now please.  Enough hurtyness.

I miss Millennium.

How do I only have the Highlander on VHS?

I’ve given him a wide berth.

Goodbye, Charlie.

This doesn’t seem to be working.

Something is killing the chickens.

It’s not “hoocha momma”, Nosy McWaddlePants.  It’s “hoochIE”.  Best if you just not talk at all.

Who decided to call it “spin” class?  Because I think that’s kind of a dumb name.

Redundancy.  Reiteration.  Repetition.  Except it’s iteration.

I got stuck in the thicket.  I had bare legs.

I’m going to have to go with “no” on that one.

In all seriousness, if Obama is somehow reelected, I may lock myself in my room and cry for days.

I swear she just said “Go into your bat cave, baby girl.”

Is that a real monkey?

Skirt weather!

DS9 was my favorite.

I’ll repeat myself for good things.  I don’t mind that.  I should have been more specific.

Most of the time it just feels like I’m talking to myself.

That is one seriously odd duck.  Which is A OK with me.

Yes.  I very much do want to see Cowboys & Aliens.  Have I mentioned this?  Daniel Craig is so lunchable.  I could live without Olivia Wilde.

I wish my hair would grow faster.

The other day.  We always say that.  We never specify which other day.

You let the devil in your home … piss and moan.

Now they’re trying to recall Jase Bolger.  Ridiculous.  I like Jase Bolger.  I voted for him.  I would vote for him again.

I would like to work at home.  I’m sure the people I work with would like it if I worked at home too.

I’m fairly certain they’ll be turning on the air conditioning today.

You can’t answer the question by arguing semantics.

It’s so nice that after three years you still can’t remember my name.

You Cut 2.0.  I like it.

This was just posted to fb.  This is my grandpa.  He broke his leg making a required jump once because he was hungover.

It’s all subjective.  Historically.

I bet you a penny.

Not talking.  Not talking.  Not talking.

Astonishing.

Just because they put snacks out doesn’t mean you have to eat them.  Don’t eat the chocolate and then complain about being fat.

HI!

And there it is.  I’m really growing to just hate air conditioning altogether.

Disconsolate.  Lamentable.

I really wish people would stop sexualizing everything.  It’s creepy and gross.

Underbelly sighting.  Gack.  Also creepy and gross.

20 dollars!  Sweet!  “If that’s not Jesus telling you good job for exercising, I don’t know what is!!!”

I’m Batman!  Do not question Batman!

From an evolutionary stand point she shouldn’t even exist.  This is not what one might call “survival of the fittest”.

Scary.

eep.

I miss Giles.

Dear lord, stop cracking your gum.

I don’t really care if Miss Pippa was sunbathing topless.  I mean really.  Royals are so weird.

Yes.  Yes I am eating a bologna sandwich at 3:50.  So what?

All that cycling to nowhere.

“My roommate is going for a run, but she’s only going to run so far and then she’s going to have me come pick her up.” … Maybe this is a dumb question, but why doesn’t she run half as far as she was planning to, and then turn around and run home?

It’s not like this is the naked lady car wash.

I keep thinking tomorrow is Friday.  I’m disappointed over and over again.

In all actuality, I have never been appreciated for what I am.