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29 August 2005
I want someone to buy me flannel pajamas. What do you want?
I'm pining for a new car. Almost bought one this weekend, but the wife wanted to see what the paycheck from her new job will be before we commit to the car payment. The sad part is that my desired car is..... a Hyundai Elantra. Damned practicality and value...!
Gotcha, Specklet. I too sleep naked, but I tend to lounge in boxer shorts and old t-shirt giveaways from baseball games. For I am cheap. And non-sensual, cos screw peeling them off, matteo -- takes too long!
To derail from all the talk of jammies and nude sleepovers, I want most of all for that fucking hurricane to have to not destroyed my mothers tiny little house in NO. Assuming that, then a big lottery win, peace on earth, in that order. Then I will buy you all jammies and underpants and whatever and you can hug each other all to bits.
I specifically want the Nick and Nora jammies with either garden gnomes or sock monkeys. And "Undeclared" on DVD. That is all that's on my Christmas list this year.
But that's not nearly as important as DW's wish. Hope it all works out OK.
Oh believe me when I say I am not chastising anyone for wanting anything when I wish that my moms's house is ok, I am guessing that at a minimum that it isn't that ok, but since for once she listened to someone and bailed out, I am quite happy. I just busted my ass to fix that house up for her back in June so knowing now that I could have been getting my fill of my favorite city outside of New York, instead of gouging my hands up installing window gates and fixing the air conditioning and so on if the house is destroyed, ah well. Thanks y'all.
(Actually, just a day or two to catch up on my various neglected personal projects. I got a hot woman already. Although a couple more would be nice...)
To find sasquatch so he and I can go pull pranks on people at 2 in the morning. Or to win the lottery. Or to have some interesting female companion to go to places with.
The first option is the one I think might actually happen and when it does, watch out!
I don't know what you guys are talking about, with all this breaking up talk. Nope, can't relate at all. Schyler, did you see my invitation to come to Portland for commiserating snuggles?
Now. All this is very nice, but who's going to give me my pajamas?
I noticed specklett...i'm pretty sure i dont want it to be someone i 'like' or want to continue to be friends with...rebounds are so weird, almost hateful but not...insanity
but portland sounds great...who knows, maybe someday i will make it back out west...im stuck in the middle with my self for now.
Slow walk
It's land mine
It's coal mine
It's a bad thought
On the way to god don't know
my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
i push things out through my mouth i get refilled through my ears
i'm on my way to god don't know or even care
my brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
the ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward
inward and outward
in this place that i call home
my brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo
my heart's the bitter buffalo
we tore one down, and erected another there
the match of the century: absence versus thin air
on the way to god don't know
my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
on this life that we call home
the years go fast and the days go so slow
Nonononono... no me. I just live in an office due to lack of rental apartments available and willingness from banks to loan me some moolah so that I can buy something. I kinda need a real place to live now that the pitter patter of little feet is coming closer. Homeless mom!
On puddinghead tho it sounds like Mr P. needs to go.
Yeah, Mr. P don' wanna be married to me no mo'.
The universe unfolds as it is meant to, I tell myself, but I can only take one of the cats, and that will kill me.
Oh pud, much suckage, I'm sorry to hear that. Big hugs. And dabitch, where in the country are you? Perhaps I can get a realtor of doom on the trail for you?