I'm in pre-race mood! Although I think it would be a good idea to stop wandering around saying "you are the ones who are the ball-lickers!" Thanks, swank76Which reminds me, I was utterly disappointed on Friday when I walked around work saying "help, help, I'm being oppressed!" and almost no one got it. Bunch of savages in this town ( Read more... )

Hey, guess what? I've had two cups of coffee and I'm so fucking hyper! That's right, I said it, fucking hyper! Oh, the sin ( Read more... )

I've never really wanted to eat a bowl of cherries, which is why I think that particular idiom is lost on me. After all, a bowl of cherries just ends up being a bowl of the pits ( Read more... )

As most of you know, I generally compose songs for your rolling-eyes pleasure on the occasion of a holiday. However, as my finger is sore and I'm more interested in another creative task at this point, I will instead share with you a Ramsey family classic: ( I Stuck My Finger in My Eye and Cried )

Okay, every time I've tried to post something about this LJ has swallowed my words. But now it is official! All weird signs may go away now ( Read more... )

So I mentioned a few days ago that I received an email from a middle school friend. After exchanging a few messages, I have ascertained the following information: she is married (has been for about eight years), has two kids, owns a home close to the neighborhood we lived in, and is a stay-at-home mom. Apparently this is the pattern for most of ( Read more... )

When I look at a person, I see something that takes up a finite amount of space. Yet, inside that body, inside the mind, there are millions of little thoughts that I will never see. Is that man thinking about his coffee, socialism, the movie he saw last week, or swinging on a swing? I'll never know ( Read more... )

See, this is how Xanadu is just like my life ( Read more... )

It's only 8:30 and already I've had adventures! I have non-fat pants (not to be confused with nonfat pants, with no carbs, no fat and half the calories) for my outing today, as being called "fat pants" all afternoon sounds fun now, but during execution may not be as fun. I have changed the kitty litter to make my home not-bad-smelling. I heard ( Read more... )

And continuing with my full-of-surprises day, I just received an email from one of my best friends from middle school. As in grades 6-7-8. As in she knew me when I was called "poodle head" by my family and wore a green blazer with white pants in band. During the days that I sent secret notes to boys signed "The Killer Tomato" and carried Barbie ( Read more... )