November 08, 2005 - 2:39 p.m.
So enough about turning 30.
Big fucking deal.
Or so I'm told by people who are 37...
So have you ever noticed that the little chip leave-ins at the bottom of the bag always taste better than their condecending, in-tact siblings?
Me neither.
The art of sensibility is not practiced in our region.
Cartoons DO rule.
Soap operas crack me the fuck up. I have never in my life known anyone who has been pregnant/married/in train wrecks/fires AND abused by long lost brothers in my whole freekin' life. That's just awesome. Unless I'm about to "rag out" & I'm all emotional like... "When will someone just love me & buy me tacky clothes??"
The leaves changing is gorgeous & anyone who doesn't appreciate it out in their yard cussing about the amount of work they are should be slapped because at least they have a yard & trees to look at.
I do not feel like shaving my legs for "the hell of it".
Getting new shit rocks AND rolls...
I think I'm going to start a new mail-order WISH SERVICE... stop it. I can't put a stamp on a blow job... I think I'm going to become a self-proclaimed Wish Maker...
I vow to get a good nights sleep once a week...
*smoochy*
