Oh NO! There’s blood in my caffiene stream!
ha, that cracks me up. For some reason I was flippin’ around in my old blogger entries, and came across that line from Ron at PinkPig (is this the same piggy?). Yup, 7 years ago, holymoly. Time flies.
I don’t feel like doing a damn thing tonite. What the heck. I taped a slew of shows since Tuesdays are my class nite, so I think I’ll just kick my feet up and veg… ok, maybe click around here n’ there a bit, just enough so the screensaver doesn’t come on.
My boob itches. ’scuse me. Which reminds me, I can always tell when it’s time for a new bra when I bend over, like to play with the dogs or something, and a boobie falls out. Well, ’tis true. I suppose… it’s one of those necessary things that I hate buying and so I wait until the last minute, ya know?
hohum. I was going to tell you something else, now I forgot. Those darn tangents of mine…
Oh well. If I remember it later I’ll come back, k?
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