I’m just trying to ignore the ghosts.

I have to remember to bring earplugs.

I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever been to Idaho.

That woman is so full of B.S., it’s a marvel and a wonder she can breathe.

It is 20 minutes earlier than I thought it was.

I like it when people give pets people names.  Like Larry.  Or Bob.  Or Steve.

A year’s worth of stationery?

I can relate to the whole “If Bush had done that …”  If I sat at my desk watching Netflix all day, I’d be fired, but the human blob in the next cube operates with impunity.

I occasionally forget that Rhode Island is a state.  Which is funnier when you know that some of my chickens are Rhode Island Reds.

Yacht rock.  Please.  Just no.

A useful meeting for once.

My house is not prepared for guests.  Don’t drop by unannounced.  There are, of course, certain exceptions that I will allow.

Students respond to that tool, Michael Moore.

Seedy urgency.

We have to invent entirely new words to accurately describe this woman.  The English language is thus far not equipped.

I’ve always been more of a Star Trek girl. Who needs the Jedi mind trick when you can use the Vulcan death grip?

Ew!  Underbelly!  Underbelly!  My eyes!  My eyes!

But.  If.  Except.

Aw, chewy Sprees!  Thank you workout buddy.

Ooh!  Ali!  Sprees and Pepsi!

Oh my goodness, where did the chaos come from??

The glasses lady is wrong.

Oh oh oh!  Lance Henriksen’s autobiography is out!  And he’ll sign it!  Want!

Excellent choice by the Redhead.

Nutty.

I’m really fond of today’s photo.  I’m not sure what kind of tree that is, but I had thought it was a Dogwood.  Anyway.  I really like how it turned out with that processing.

All the ice in my Diet Coke melted.  Sigh.

Why is the human blob staring at me?  I’ll stare back.  I don’t intimidate.  But I do intimidate. Why do people say “I don’t intimidate”?  Is that proper?  “I cannot be intimidated.”  “The human blob can’t intimidate me.”

I simply do not know.

Purple monkey dishwasher.

I had this English class in high school.  Well I had four.  But in this one we had this assignment to keep a daily journal all year.  I couldn’t be arsed.  I’ve never ever been able to keep a daily journal.  At least not the written kind.  The photographic kind – easy peasy pumpkin squeezy, as Miss W says.  So, I’d skip it all week and Sunday night I’d write 7 fake entries.  That was sort of fun.  My teacher (whom I suspect didn’t much care for me) commented about how “interesting” my “disjointed ramblings” were.  I might still have that thing somewhere.

Dear Real Simple.  Here’s a very simple concept for you: Stop making every other recipe you send out to people some type of fish.  I know it’s shocking, but not all of us eat fish.  Some of us find fish to be a vile and loathsome horror show, the very scent of which enough to trigger our gag reflexes.  Thanks very much.  Sincerely, The girl who likes her food to have lungs not gills.  (though she won’t eat lungs either)

I know.  It is particularly difficult to squeeze a pumpkin.  What’s your point?

Shockingly good day at work.  How bizarre.

Rocket.  Man.

Nice!  I was invited to join the Honors College again!  I’m a smarty pants.  But I never join.  I’m not really a joiner.

Please.  Please.  I’m begging you.  Listen.  Take notes.  I cannot explain it AGAIN.

In law dinner tonight.

I don’t know.  The gray streak is getting to me this week.

Zebra muffin?

Seriously.  How flat out smokin’ hot would I look in this bathing suit?  I’d be a hazard.  I need it.  Plus, totally patriotic!

Smurfs!

I might be dangerous.

Sometimes people who think they’re being funny should stop and think about it for a minute.  It wasn’t funny.  It was just a little bit mean.

Oh good.  Pointless meeting in 20 minutes.

Productive meeting.  Now everyone is cranky.  Good job.

Spring weather.  Saucy.

Three more dollars!

Chris Matthews is a bigoted moron.  And yet.  People still watch him.

Ace Frehley is 60.  I remember when 60 seemed OLD.  Now, not so much.

I should start making plans for 31 Days of Halloween right now.  Feel free to offer suggestions.

I should make a contact page.  In case one of the 6 people who come here don’t know how to get in contact with me elsewhere.

Yeah, that made me laugh too.

I only have to make it to 3:00.

I accidentally cut off that word.  It was purely unintentional.

Why is this wedding so fascinating?  I didn’t care about the Royal Wedding when I was at the age when girls were supposed to care about princesses.  I care even less now.

I think being a princess would suck.

Evaluate this!

This is for your own protection.  Don’t question it.  Just smile and acquiesce.  Government always knows best.

Oh good, is this finally an end to this birther foolishness?  What a phenomenal distraction from far more important issues.

And shut up Donald Trump.  I hate repeating myself.

Is there a window open?  Why am I cold?

Nosy McWaddlepants looks just exactly like a muppet would, if muppets were people.

Oh good.  It’s “shove fistfuls of M&Ms in my gaping maw til I choke time”.  Yay.  I thought we were skipping that today.

Left.

Nemesisisies.

Don’t call me asking for favors on your app and then put me on hold.  Just don’t.

Chuck is in danger of being canceled again?  It’s better than Castle.  Plus – John Casey.  *swoon.

I haven’t listened to this in ages.  I love this song.

Someday soon.

I’m taking an hour for lunch today.  Flextime be damned.

This is the kind of shit that PC gives us.  Insane.  Just flat out fucking insane.

ARGH.  This is why I don’t talk to people in my office.  #Hell

sigh.

Seriously, if it weren’t for the need of a paycheck I might never leave my house.

That should probably have been capitalized.  Muppet.

My friend Evan thinks Neko Case should play me in the movie.  I like the way he thinks.

Grr.  Argh.

I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

My remote has stopped working again.  Frustration.

I like tacos.

I don’t normally swear that much when I tweet.  I’m in a mood.

I am mighty.