In useless observance of manual labour, I pulled an abdominal muscle last week that put me on my back and prostituting my pain for kindness. Other than that the weekend was uneventful
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hey then i've pretty much done something worthwhile and can home for the day to stare at my cat. i should tell my boss. don't tell anyone, but i was forced to go to the willows on saturday. danielle knows it currupts my skin. its like bleach on my eyes but with freak pictures and style tourniquets. murder me most profound.
the willows is the most fantastic place on earth! did you win any tickets? if you saw the giant hulk over the skiball machine, i know own that as demonstrated here:
in my dire view of even being in the same zip code as the willows, that counts not only as 'going' but also as 'experiencing' and, based on prior encounters, 'feeling horrified and scared by the reckless two year olds NOT onl leashes.' and why are there so many elderly people in the throes of illness there? is it like Lourdes or something? what am I missing? do they just go there for the boiled cat that the sell from the chinese food windows? at least you get to see some rat tails and air-brushed jeans.
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