Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
wanting what you will never have because it's simply not requited sucks the ass of an old chipotle salsa topped latke eater's ass.
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its okay, /she/ may or may not read your blog as well.
mars, you could never be ruled out of anything.
Is the latke chipotle salsa topped or the latke eater?
And what about a kasha knish? I don't think you can put salsa on that nor applesauce.
I guess this really wasn't the point of the post was it? I just figure if I'm uphappy I should have a knish or something.