Just when the well is dry...
...my brother sends me this.
Pardon my laziness today. Don't feel much like blogging.
Nothing to write about today, nothing annoyed me during my commute this morning, and the world seems pretty rabbit-friendly. (Well, Dr. Maroon's mis-reading of my jeans post, indicating that I have some sort of mis-shapen ass, when in fact my ass is perfectly normal, which is precisely WHY I'm so irritated at not being able to find jeans that fit - that has thrown me a curve. If he'd read the thing through, he'd see that I was complaining at not finding suitable jeans for someone with a NORMAL build... but I find it's best to ignore him. I called him a fuckbag when I didn't get a blogging award, so he's not apt to be very amiably disposed toward me anyway. I'll let this one go.)
See how boring...I'll find something to stew about today, perhaps go to the archives for something interesting to say tomorrow. Meh.
Pardon my laziness today. Don't feel much like blogging.
Nothing to write about today, nothing annoyed me during my commute this morning, and the world seems pretty rabbit-friendly. (Well, Dr. Maroon's mis-reading of my jeans post, indicating that I have some sort of mis-shapen ass, when in fact my ass is perfectly normal, which is precisely WHY I'm so irritated at not being able to find jeans that fit - that has thrown me a curve. If he'd read the thing through, he'd see that I was complaining at not finding suitable jeans for someone with a NORMAL build... but I find it's best to ignore him. I called him a fuckbag when I didn't get a blogging award, so he's not apt to be very amiably disposed toward me anyway. I'll let this one go.)
See how boring...I'll find something to stew about today, perhaps go to the archives for something interesting to say tomorrow. Meh.
posted by Andraste at 1:02 PM
13 Comments:
Arf, I saw that last week, too funny. Jesus though, if that had been me I would have stomped that poor little rat man half to death before they producer could have stopped me. Oh well, thanks wabbit, at least you try. I'm so frightfully hung over today I can barely function. Not good, I might as well take my liver out and use it as a door stop or something.
Good Lord, FMC! Judging from other blog comments over the weekend, you've been on a binge since Thursday!
I wish I still had that kind of stamina.
I don't have that kind of stamina, that is the problem. Bloody rum on Friday, wine on Saturday night and more beer than you could shake a stick at yesterday. It was terrible, every time I said 'I'm going home' someone would buy another round. There may have been singing... But oh the horror today, I feel terrible, absolutely terrible. Far worse than usual, normally I don't do weekends, I do one night, but between one thing and another...ergh. I'm too young to feel this old. And I appear to have been savaged by one of the cats. Boo hoo, self inflicted, but sniffle sniffle anyway.
I had a spidery hangover today. They are the worst. All delicate and fucking jumpy. But then mid-eve I finish teaching, and beer makes everything better.
Do you need help little man? Classic. I think we should talk about Bryant all week.
I have tears streaming down my face, that was fucking outstanding
Spidery hangover? Ooh that's good... I might nick that one. I was nursing a doozy of a hangover myself Saturday morning... if only I picked one kind of alcohol and stuck with it... but no, stupidarse me has to go and change flavors mid-evening... you'd think I'd know better by now, but apparently I've got to learn that lesson a few more times...
Oh, and dear Andraste, don't let the doc's misread get you down -- guys just don't understand the subtleties of finding the perfect jeans...
Pardon me Andraste, my mistake. I didn’t read it properly, not wanting to intrude on your girl-talk but I thought you were saying that only stretch jeans fitted you now because your shaped had changed over the years. Nothing to be ashamed of there, we men like a bit of gristle on our meat.
Gristle on your meat? Eeek, Doc, you might want to quit while you are shuffling ahead.
Everyone here at work is hysterical at Bryant. Awesome.
What anoyed me about my hangover on Saturday morning was that I hadn't even been drinking on Friday night! I went along to folk session at a pub and stuck to orange and soda water, but I guess the smokey air and general pub atmosphere must have contributed.
Bleagh!
Andraste, you must look at this, it is not quite on a par with what you posted yesterday, but golly, she is freaking nuts! She is a very religious lady, and not a fan of horoscopes and all that...er devilish stuff.
http://www.dailyhaha.com/_vids/download.asp?ID=5735
Good Lord, yes, I've seen a lot of clips of this nutball in recent weeks. This is a fine example of why I think religion is a bad thing. I wish we could 'un-invent' it.
Though, to be perfectly fair, if she didn't have religious fanaticism, this woman would be crazy in some other way. She'd find SOMETHING to latch her obsessive unhealthiness onto...maybe yo-yo's or kitten sweaters or something.
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