So, it's been almost three hours and I am livid. I thought if I waited a while that I would have calmed down enough, but just thinking about... grrr. Maybe I'll be able to write when I move from angry to upset.

"It's a story about a boy and his dog... who knows karate. KARATE DOG!"

Need I say more?

Amy, the title character of the TNT show Judging Amy, was getting on her mom's case about smoking. Her mom turns around and says, "You really want to open this door? You drink nine cups of coffee a day, you eat powdered sugar for breakfast, you have sex with people you don't care about, and you drink like a European ( Read more... )

Not broken. That's right folks. I didn't break anything during my spectacular fall down the stairs yesterday. Of course, if the pain doesn't go away by Monday, then I have to get an MRI to see if I did any damage to the ligaments. Joy ( Read more... )

So, my last post ended rather abruptly. This was due to me becoming engrossed in a story about Faz's uncle and his four monkeys. Hilarity ensued. Then I looked up and noticed the time - 4 is when I leave to go home. It seems for every minute after 4 that I leave it's an extra 3-4 minutes on the road. I don't know why 4 o'clock is so magical; ( Read more... )

This morning I made the mistake of laughing while drinking my Diet Dr. Pepper. Or perhaps the mistake was listening to Faz and Bill. Faz said something to him to which Bill responded with a very bad pun (the kind that 62-year-old men are prone to making and are only funny to them). I heard it and laughed so hard I thought I was going to choke on ( Read more... )

I'm not sure I've a lot to say. I have to repair Roach City, as it was slightly damaged in the last show. Thursday I've got a pick-up rehearsal. Friday is the third performance of TMWCTD and Annie's coming up! I've warned her, as I warn everybody, that my role in this play is almost nonexistant. That's one of the reasons it's so crazy that I ( Read more... )

I feel like I've been neglecting to write anything real in my journal for awhile. Part of it comes from laziness. Part of it comes from a lack of time. I have just enough time to write, but not enough to contemplate anything too deep. And then the third part is that I've been talking to Phil so much that I sort of feel talked out when I finally ( Read more... )

Good things. While organizing my yarn (yes, it had to be done) and talking on the phone with Phil last night, I found the makeup bag that I had lost in November/early December. I can't remember if I worte about it, but I was quite upset because a ring that my dad had given me - one that I've had for a decade - was in the bag. I was quite sure ( Read more... )

I'm a Mandarin!

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