Shitteriffic Day

I guess there's not much more I need to add to that. Except FUCKIN' IPOD!!!!!

Speaks for Itself

Just Stuff

Last night I dreamed that I was at some kind of meeting and hadn't had breakfast. Someone kindly gave me a coffee. It was Starbucks. I spent the rest of my dream debating whether or not to drink it. I think that's because I have a stomach virus. Starbucks is pretty much the same thing, but without the chills and body ache.

And on an unrelated note, just a small peeve. Heather Mills didn't lose her leg in a motorcycle accident. That implies that she was riding one and crashed. No, she got hit by one when she was crossing the street. Maybe no big deal to anyone else, but different enough to me to be annoying.

Special Project

I'm working on one and it's moving along nicely, apart from it being literally freezing in the room where I mostly need to work on it. Some people don't believe I'm doing it, I'm sure. Some think I'm crazy (which would help anyway), but mostly people think it's great. Not sure what my husband thinks. He might not want to tell me. Anyway, I'm filled with squee over it and I'm not telling you what it is. Heh. Just that I need a babysitter and a pair of brass ovaries.

Things I Don't Really Need to Know About

I went through the drive-thru and the girl there had her tongue pierced. Whatever, no big deal, perfectly usual, except that attached to the stud was a chain with a ring on the end. It just hung out of her mouth and flopped around when she talked. WTF????? It doesn't look terribly decorative and I can't imagine what social statement it could possibly make other than "Duh", but I was trying not to gag. I mean, how could you not gag with that on? And wouldn't you drool a lot and it would all drip down the chain? This must be an incredible show of self-control or of deadened nerves. I'm going with number two.

And on the way home, I passed a salon that had a sign out front advertising "brow threading". What the hell is that?????? No, please don't tell me. Please. I don't want to know.

A Phrase That Should Not Exist

"Three-year-old, white boy hip-hop" and it sounds something like this:

My name iss
My name iss
Da woof is on fayuh!

I just don't know.