watch the riddle of it all

sometimes you just have to listen to Riddle to make yourself laugh....

::laughs hysterically::

god this is funny shit

watch the riddle of it all

sometimes you just have to listen to Riddle to make yourself laugh....

::laughs hysterically::

god this is funny shit

quiche

so today is really the last day that dayse is going to be around for awhile because she's moving back to school and they don't have internet access at her house yet. so instead of getting to spend basically as much time as possible with dayse, i'm making quiche. (apologize about the lack of accent...can't figure that out on the keyboard)

yes. quiche.

tomorrow is my grandmother's 75th birthday party and somehow we've been told me have to make lots and lots of quiche.

i hate quiche.

also i woke up to the sounds of my father cursing in the next room as he looked at the painting job my sister, her friends, and my mom have done so far. i believe 'jesus fuck this looks like shit' was uttered more than once along with 'jesus wept. she painted the windowpanes'. i decided the best thing i could do to help was to hide in my room and sleep a little longer. sleep didn't happen but i hid in my room.

Ralph: I eated the purple berries. *clutches stomach* ow. ouch. *falls over*
Bart: How do they taste, Ralph? Good?
Ralph: They taste like burning....

i found a mp3 the other night of 70, yes 70 Ralph Wiggum quotes in a row. i'm in heaven.

Ralph: Daddy. These rubber pants are hot.
Chief Wiggum: You wear 'em till you learn.

ok. i'm done now. honest. i need to go get in the shower so i can go run errands and make quiche.

*shudders*

stab my head please.

Ms. Hoover: Ralph. Remember the time you said snagglepuss was outside?
Ralph: He was going to the bathroom.

quiche

so today is really the last day that dayse is going to be around for awhile because she's moving back to school and they don't have internet access at her house yet. so instead of getting to spend basically as much time as possible with dayse, i'm making quiche. (apologize about the lack of accent...can't figure that out on the keyboard)

yes. quiche.

tomorrow is my grandmother's 75th birthday party and somehow we've been told me have to make lots and lots of quiche.

i hate quiche.

also i woke up to the sounds of my father cursing in the next room as he looked at the painting job my sister, her friends, and my mom have done so far. i believe 'jesus fuck this looks like shit' was uttered more than once along with 'jesus wept. she painted the windowpanes'. i decided the best thing i could do to help was to hide in my room and sleep a little longer. sleep didn't happen but i hid in my room.

Ralph: I eated the purple berries. *clutches stomach* ow. ouch. *falls over*
Bart: How do they taste, Ralph? Good?
Ralph: They taste like burning....

i found a mp3 the other night of 70, yes 70 Ralph Wiggum quotes in a row. i'm in heaven.

Ralph: Daddy. These rubber pants are hot.
Chief Wiggum: You wear 'em till you learn.

ok. i'm done now. honest. i need to go get in the shower so i can go run errands and make quiche.

*shudders*

stab my head please.

Ms. Hoover: Ralph. Remember the time you said snagglepuss was outside?
Ralph: He was going to the bathroom.

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entering TMI area here...

i have weird compulsions while showering. like to shave various body parts. that happened Monday night. and it happened again today. no...i couldn't shave my legs like i need to. i shaved my arms. yes, my arms. i have no reason to shave my arms. the hair is light and it's not a lot or anything. but i did it. ::sighs:: my arms feel pretty nice but they're cold. :(

i have problems...

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entering TMI area here...

i have weird compulsions while showering. like to shave various body parts. that happened Monday night. and it happened again today. no...i couldn't shave my legs like i need to. i shaved my arms. yes, my arms. i have no reason to shave my arms. the hair is light and it's not a lot or anything. but i did it. ::sighs:: my arms feel pretty nice but they're cold. :(

i have problems...

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so tired...feet hurt...

and we've yet to start on the actual cooking....*sigh*

massive grocery shopping. paint store for more paint to keep my father from yelling. produce stand. listening to mom's thinly veiled (not so thinly more openly) insults about britney. i really think she hates her. like a lot. and i strongly suspect its because more has decided britney's the reason justin has no curls. i like watching my mom pick her battles. it's like the time she decided to battle over whether or not bono's shaved head worked or not. she kept making excuses as to why she liked it when really, she didn't and we all knew it. but she loved bono so she figured it was okay. though really, she'd kill for joshua tree/rattle and hum era bono hair again.

last night while she and i were having our bonding time aka me writing with dayse and her reading in bed next to me, she literally studied the nsync poster on my wall for about 10 minutes. she does this everytime. and she's more then happy to talk about the poster. i think i've corrupted her. last night she was comparing the length of their pant legs. and she was confused as to why chris was so tall and lance was so little in the poster. for an artist, she forgets about perspective a lot.

i want to nap but i want to write so i suspect that writing will occur instead of the nap. which is fine.

i'm sick of my family.

i go now...

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so tired...feet hurt...

and we've yet to start on the actual cooking....*sigh*

massive grocery shopping. paint store for more paint to keep my father from yelling. produce stand. listening to mom's thinly veiled (not so thinly more openly) insults about britney. i really think she hates her. like a lot. and i strongly suspect its because more has decided britney's the reason justin has no curls. i like watching my mom pick her battles. it's like the time she decided to battle over whether or not bono's shaved head worked or not. she kept making excuses as to why she liked it when really, she didn't and we all knew it. but she loved bono so she figured it was okay. though really, she'd kill for joshua tree/rattle and hum era bono hair again.

last night while she and i were having our bonding time aka me writing with dayse and her reading in bed next to me, she literally studied the nsync poster on my wall for about 10 minutes. she does this everytime. and she's more then happy to talk about the poster. i think i've corrupted her. last night she was comparing the length of their pant legs. and she was confused as to why chris was so tall and lance was so little in the poster. for an artist, she forgets about perspective a lot.

i want to nap but i want to write so i suspect that writing will occur instead of the nap. which is fine.

i'm sick of my family.

i go now...

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i'm suspecting watching Slums of Beverly Hills with my father is not the best idea. the vibrator/dancing scene is on.

why am i the one who always has to leave when something sexual comes on?

::pouts::

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i'm suspecting watching Slums of Beverly Hills with my father is not the best idea. the vibrator/dancing scene is on.

why am i the one who always has to leave when something sexual comes on?

::pouts::

Sports Night rec...

[Even Sugar Peas Run Out of Snap]

::sniff::

it's rare that stuff outside of this fandom makes me weepy but this is a GREAT Sports Night fic. it's stuff like this that makes me hide my Sports Night stuff.

on another note.

talked to chris today. it was good to hear from him. it's been awhile. managed to get him to quit bugging me about coming out tonight or tomorrow since i can't by agreeing to go out sunday. it's the least i can do. plus...he owes me a movie.

we're still making quiche. i hate quiche.

and dayse's not back yet. ::sniff::

::wanders off to read more SN fic::

Sports Night rec...

[Even Sugar Peas Run Out of Snap]

::sniff::

it's rare that stuff outside of this fandom makes me weepy but this is a GREAT Sports Night fic. it's stuff like this that makes me hide my Sports Night stuff.

on another note.

talked to chris today. it was good to hear from him. it's been awhile. managed to get him to quit bugging me about coming out tonight or tomorrow since i can't by agreeing to go out sunday. it's the least i can do. plus...he owes me a movie.

we're still making quiche. i hate quiche.

and dayse's not back yet. ::sniff::

::wanders off to read more SN fic::