|Aw! The happily married couple!
We'd ALL be happy if our entire marriage was based on MAYBE a weekend visit every two months or so, particularly since the marriage itself hasn't lasted even five years. PLEAZ-AH.
I'm just SAYIN'. And after this bold announcement, there was a sidebar...oh yes! with both of them "giving tips and advice on how to spice up your marriage." MAYBE if they'd been married for ohhhhh I dunno...30 years? Otherwise they're STILL honeymooners for cryin' out loud.
It's IMPOSSIBLE for these two to give that type "advice." (1) They've been married 20 minutes; (2) They see each other what? Twice a year? Something like that; (3) Two words: Different continents; and (4) I can't think of four, but I'll get back to it, since I'm sure I'll figure a four out [feel free to plug in your four, if you're still reading].
GAWD. I couldn't resist.
I read the news to LEARN something. While I'm all happy for the loverly (and talented!) couple, they're in no position to first, be congratulated on "making it this far," nor "give advice on HOW." Pfft!
This, coming from a girl who dated THE UGLIEST guitarist um, ever, and having him ditch her, only to write sad love songs about him, including (but not limited to) "Ex Girlfriend."
Need I say more? If she's THAT ugly dude's ex-girlfriend and kinda always knew she'd end up his ex-girlfriend (her words -- not mine), how long does she expect this lil union to last? LOL.
And yeah, that took up way too much time.
OMGGGGGGGGGGG. The chica came around today to give me my T-SHIRT FOR JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT for our charitable bowling fest this weekend. ACK. I'd totally forgotten about it. Now, I need to SOMEHOW get $100 in "donations" (if you're reading, it's for a good cause -- kidlettes). The shirt is HUGE. I could (and probably WILL) sleep in it. Um. Medium comes down to my knees. Imma gone wash that thang three times before our bowling fest, and also resist the urge to write details in here about where/when/who. That's just a fire waiting for ignition. Aw haw. Especially after my *hahahaha* loverly pic that was posted a scant few days' ago. =D
Tonight they're gonna pahty like it's 2095
Was invited to join one of our groups out tonight for drink, dancing, making merry, and gettin' crazy on a dance floor somewhere. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pass on that one. Already have a lil plan and while weighing out the value of both, I choose what's behind door number one ;-) That's enough about all that.
NEVER trust the seemingly kind old lady. UM EVER.
Yeah. Make a note of it. They SEEM kind, but let's face it; if they're not menopausal or divorced, they have sons and pretty much hate all women equally, showing no discrimination while they're at it. These are the ones who're all camouflaged, luring you in, enciting you to talk to them (cuz you see her as a mother figure) and then running with whatever was said, totally switching it around, and THEN making it her cause. I saw her in action yesterday, and I lost ALL respect for her. Ughhh. I know her supervisor, and when I expressed...disappointment at her behavior, he said: "See, that's why NO ONE wants to talk to her." HAHAHA. I should've KNOWN.
I think she's just all mad because her name, translated, means "monkey." *snickers* Then, she tried to groove it up when I told her what it means in Spanish. I forget what her "full" name is, but methinks she might've elaborated. I actually have a friend whose name is Damon Von Zachary Baurichter III. It doesn't GET more ostentatious than that. Heh. :-D Maybe I'll scan in one of his pics later on...
PSP PWNS ME
Again, went through the SAME thing when I got home, only this time, I didn't get NEARLY as obssesed as I have been. Got a few lyrical brushes and borders, but otherwise, stayed awaaaaay. Intentionally. Right now, I'm resisting the urge to go recheck and see if ANYTHING new is up. I really REALLY want the Sloop family of fonts, but they're still ONLY for sale; not for ganking. GrrRRRrr.
Yeah...the patch again so skip
When I returned home, my patch was TOTALLY breached, and leaking everywhere. GREAT. I'll be one short now, unless I can gut it out until Monday a.m. Grrr. I need some kind of backup plan. I think the heat did it. Um. Not good.
So for my VERY immediate future, I need to lie down on my massage thingy and work the pinched nerve out of my right shoulder blade. *sobs*
You know it's time to leave when you write out four, lengthy, thought-provoking paragaphs, and then think "I REALLY hate it, delete them with a careless sweep of the mouse, and think "Errr...that's how I feel right now, I should never hold back in my journal/diary and STOP, FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD, WORRYING ABOUT GRAMMAR AND SHIITE.
That'd be YOUR cue to leave. Er. Boring enough for ya yet? ;D