Oh yeah? Well that makes YOU a Monkey's Uncle! So pfffffffffffft.
I am fish-sitting again
My boss is out of town, and I am to watch and feed her 3-year-old Betta, Chompers.
Ugh. Chompers. Disgusting.
Anyway, he's pretty, but he is the dumbest fish I have ever seen, and that's saying something, because, well... most fish seem pretty dumb. He's pretty much always looking dead, sort of vertical in the water, which I am positive is too cold for him (I'm wearing a jacket and my hands are blue, and he's in a goldfish bowl. And he's from Thailand.), and anyway, any minute I think he's going to give it all up and head for the toilet pipe in the sky, but... alas, no. And yesterday afternoon, he swam vigorously enough to make noise. What a weirdo.
It's on, bitches
So I am singing the National Anthem at a Mardi Gras Ball. I guess the non-P-word half of me won, but it's hard to say, as I am mainly doing this because I didn't have the courage to say "no". Either it will be moving and lovely, or it will be terrible, and I'll have to walk in shame for 45 minutes. Either way, I am going to end up drunk in a ballgown, at a ball which is - have I told you? - a mother-fucking potluck. Ridiculous.
Text message to H.:
Me: Mom, re: [Not-Pancake] House: "I ate there once. Worst pancakes I ever had."
H: That is the funniest thing I have heard in weeks.
Me: B. said the remainder of the W House sentence: they had all these weird lumps in them.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA text messaging is fun.
Additionally, yesterday, one co-worker asked another if his phone had a "screen, so you can see text messages on it". As everyone looked at her funny, I said, "oh, no, that's a pager."
1999 rocks.
Discuss: Singing appears to release endorphins (I am citing nothing but my own experience, here); I feel better after I sing. Do people who don't like to sing fail to have the receptors needed for this, or is it just a result of their societal experiences that singing does not make them feel better. Discuss in a five-paragraph, double-spaced essay, due Tuesday.
My boss is out of town, and I am to watch and feed her 3-year-old Betta, Chompers.
Ugh. Chompers. Disgusting.
Anyway, he's pretty, but he is the dumbest fish I have ever seen, and that's saying something, because, well... most fish seem pretty dumb. He's pretty much always looking dead, sort of vertical in the water, which I am positive is too cold for him (I'm wearing a jacket and my hands are blue, and he's in a goldfish bowl. And he's from Thailand.), and anyway, any minute I think he's going to give it all up and head for the toilet pipe in the sky, but... alas, no. And yesterday afternoon, he swam vigorously enough to make noise. What a weirdo.
It's on, bitches
So I am singing the National Anthem at a Mardi Gras Ball. I guess the non-P-word half of me won, but it's hard to say, as I am mainly doing this because I didn't have the courage to say "no". Either it will be moving and lovely, or it will be terrible, and I'll have to walk in shame for 45 minutes. Either way, I am going to end up drunk in a ballgown, at a ball which is - have I told you? - a mother-fucking potluck. Ridiculous.
Text message to H.:
Me: Mom, re: [Not-Pancake] House: "I ate there once. Worst pancakes I ever had."
H: That is the funniest thing I have heard in weeks.
Me: B. said the remainder of the W House sentence: they had all these weird lumps in them.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA text messaging is fun.
Additionally, yesterday, one co-worker asked another if his phone had a "screen, so you can see text messages on it". As everyone looked at her funny, I said, "oh, no, that's a pager."
1999 rocks.
Discuss: Singing appears to release endorphins (I am citing nothing but my own experience, here); I feel better after I sing. Do people who don't like to sing fail to have the receptors needed for this, or is it just a result of their societal experiences that singing does not make them feel better. Discuss in a five-paragraph, double-spaced essay, due Tuesday.
Posted by Princess Sparklepants at 1/28/2010 3:07 PM 
Categories: whatever,Music,General Madness Afoot,what I love
Categories: whatever,Music,General Madness Afoot,what I love
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