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
which one of you bitches removed my link!?!??!?! I know how to log onto technorati. you didn't think I'd find out? why did you break up with me? I always reciprocate. I'm not selfish. I read your blogs AND link to you! and, you stealthily break up with me? no forewarning. no advance notice. nothing. just CHOPPED like a piece a bad meat. gaaaaaaaaaaaaahd... tsk. tsk. tsk.
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Dropped without the requisite coffee. Freak.
Unless, of course it's leewee under a pseudonym. Maybe she's feeling all neglected and shit.
I won't drop you in a million years, though I do wish you would put the comments at the bottom of the post again, if only so idiots like won't comment on the wrong post.