Laundry done? In-progress.
Toiletries? Check.
Shoes? Still shopping.
Suit cleaned? Check.
Cash? Check.
Reservations? Check.
Item cards? Check.
Email cleaned out? In-progress
New liver? Check.
Chester Black? Check.

I am suddenly having ridiculous amounts of fun. I can't wait to be killed! :D

I'm a big boy
Wearing my big boy pants.
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust out my pants.
The mad author of anguish
My language polluted
Onyx is heavyweight - and still undisputed!

Angel doesn't haz it.

My sinus infection is so bad I literally cannot talk right now. I called off to an answering machine instead of m boss. Whee! I hope I don't get fired over this.

Someone entertain me, lest I find myself doing dailies instead of writing emails I should be writing.

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Well, 2009 is done. I think it is still kicking around out back, but we can safely put a PETA-approved bullet into its brainpan now. The King is dead, long live the King ( Read more... )

Perhaps it is the solstice weighing me down, but I feel both listless and restless. I want to DO SOMETHING, but cannot muster the energy to do more than read.

I hate my bank. I hate it when Lea doesn't listen to me. I hate being placed on hold by customer service.