FIFTEEN MINUTES TO FREEDOM! I love my job. We’re talking about kitty cats and bunny rabbits. I’m thinking for irony’s sake I’m going to bring up rainbows and lollipops. *grins*
Soon to the party!
*shock*
n: vb: the spice of imagination
FIFTEEN MINUTES TO FREEDOM! I love my job. We’re talking about kitty cats and bunny rabbits. I’m thinking for irony’s sake I’m going to bring up rainbows and lollipops. *grins*
Soon to the party!
*shock*
ow ow ow. note to self : never ever again attempt to lick molten chocolate.
I just recieved my e-birthday wishes from Dan Ellingson. (“A good pun..is worth it’s own..reword” (Stolen) )
Quote:
——————————————————————————–
Happy Birthday
JB:
(singng)
Birthday Birthday Birthday for you
It’s hard to believe another year is through
Slipping through the mists of time
Cosmic traveler with mirror eyes
Does appear from the queen, his mother’s thighs
Blood slick and with purple skin
The babe does emerge from her vagina within
While the mother screams like a witch; like a bitch
Happy Birthday
(spoken)
Stare into the cold light of life
You will see it again
You will see it again
Chorus:
(singing)
And what is this cold dark world
Upon whose shores I’m so rudely thrust
Glov-ed hand of the mad man delivers a smack
Unkind, Unjust
continued
The phone just rang me from sleep and my dreams soaked in so much I didn’t know who it was or even where I was. I love how I had that, knew it, and didn’t mind it one bit. “As you just woke me up, I have a very small list of who you might be.”
It was Bill, by the way. A warning to those who dislike him. He’ll be stopping by briefly tomorrow evening, please be friendly.
Well, as of 3:15, it will be my yearly anniversary of being spit from the womb. 22 years survived.
I’ve always thought of 22 as the year that sings poetry while dancing on white sand beaches in europe.
let’s hope.