if anyone i’ve ever known in my life, that knows how much i sing, were to try and put me on motor mouth, they would immediately be excommunicated. cut off. thrown out with the trash.
fair warning.
damn, that is a stupid show. why would you do that to your friends?
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those of you in the southland, hold saturday, nov 13th for a belated birthday/ end of fishing season party. i have several friends whose birthdays are near mine & we’re all joining in for one big party.
saturday, nov 13. fiesta island. late afternoon until you just can’t take it anymore. don’t forget! evites going out soon.
today, i’m one of the 7 dwarves. sleepy.
i’m wearing my pajamas & a robe & fuzzy slippers to work. why? because i can.
it may not be creative to anyone else. that’s okay. i wanted to be ultra comfortable. and when would i otherwise get to do this? it’s not like i work from home & can wear my pj’s all the time.
e.t.a. – i guess i’m turning into a random sleeper. i take my pillow, just randomly walk into people’s offices, lie down, and pretend to sleep. it’s kinda fun. hee!
this cold is lingering….and kicking my ass. stupid colds.
boss & bigger boss are gone. time to crank the music and get my groove on.
countdown t minus one hour and ten minutes.
holy cow – there are 5 days until my 31st birthday.
but there are no days until suzie’s. happy birthday girl! go give her some love, will ya?!
i’m watching extreme makeover. i’m so ashamed.
of course, i also think that none of them really needed it, especially the 23 year old. it’s not going to make you take charge, sweetie. you have to find that from within yourself.
home sick. i think somebody’s sitting on my chest. ugh. but i don’t want to get anyone else sick, so here i lie.
watched the sox win last night. that was cool.
slept a lot today. needed that. watched Cold Mountain. it was good. i enjoyed it. and last night, we watched The Last Samurai. that was an incredible film. i thought with tom creuise in it, that i wouldn’t like it. i was wrong. it was amazing.

